Touring the Mediterranean

This is what I have been reading lately. I didn’t know who Paul Theroux was, but I got this book because of my friend Grace. We both happened to be happily lost and walking aimlessly around when we found this little thrift bookstore. I didn’t even get the name of the store because when we entered the establishment the staffs were already packing up and we just rammed through whatever is left on their sale table. If my memory hasn’t failed me yet, I am pretty sure that the store is just a couple of blocks away from the mint museum.

So the thing was, as we were reading and skimming through books Grace softly lifted this book and gave to me. I didn’t put it down, and didn’t even skim through the few pages I just went on sandwiching the book with my inner arm. Long story short, I went to the cashier and paid for a Michael Chabon book and this Paul Theroux one. All in all it cost me 8 dollars or less for the two finds. Believe me it was the same sensation of elation when in that same day when Grace and I took a short break from our exhibit hopping at the Singapore Museum only to find ourselves at the lobby of the Cathay Cineplex rummaging through make up. Yes, you heard it…make up! In retrospect, I was thinking how could you possibly go from Van Gogh and Alfred Stieglitz, to a complete turn around of NYX, MAC, Coastal Scents, China Glaze, OPI and Essie – Believe me I am weird out myself.

Ok back to the book, I must say Paulie got me hooked. I want to go on my own Mediterranean tour myself. There’s something about his writing that enamors me. He is so antipatiko… He writes about his travels but his approach is much more personal so some might be offended when he talks about his experience/s regarding a certain place. But then, at the beginning of the book he said that this is his travel book he can write whatever he wants, which I thinks makes perfect sense. Anyway, I am still in my early pages so there’s still more to experience.

I’m in a rut lately and I’m getting impatient and hostile around people and especially myself which is why I don’t mingle ever so often lately to inhibit myself from causing further damage or run amok at the slight provocation from people and stuff. I am so bored, I will seriously start eating my hair because of boredom. I carried on too many hobbies, but none of them seems to please me nowadays…What is wrong with me??? Anyways, the book got me thinking that maybe I should travel alone, besides I always find it therapeutically satisfying to walk and discover things on my own – free from anyone’s definition of what is going on at the very moment I am experiencing and discovering things as it is. It is so much easier finding my true self that way, just myself and my thoughts -uncontrolled, unfazed and hysterically unrestrained just the way it supposed to be.