Tokyo went very well. The whole trip to Japan did. Loved traveling solo a lot a lot

Of my top favorite things, one was absorbing and being part of the collectivistic vibe. It really is refreshing taking a subway ride where everyone is trying to make sure they’re being as considerate as possible. It’s extra rewarding to get to a destination on time when you learned how the systems and directions work that get you there and couldn’t take a friggin street sign for granted. Yes, the food was amazing. Being able to have adventure at any hour was too. I got my nerd on. I lived frugally enough yet still did and ate what I wanted and it all felt as sexy and rich as I wanted. Also lost 3 umbrellas. I found so many goodies and gifts that I had to buy a bigger suitcase and put my suitcase in that suitcase along with said goodies and gifts. Said suitcase cost 30k yen. Yet it’s also now my favorite suitcase and I love that. I was a willful outsider in a land with totally different beauty standards, among it existing a shortage of butts and bolvine-fed heights and lots of other features. Westernish things sometimes literally had different spins; bowling, headed to golf, went to universal studios and got to be bored as the ride-venture was explained to me in a language I had no bones to decipher.

Most of all, I learned how great it is to be able to stfu. And that’s make blogging less fun.

It turns out that finding harmony with your social situation rather than needing to be an ultra-dignified individual is a superior option. That quiet on set, don’t get in the way? Then, good job? This way is better for everyone.
For some, New York kind of gives a weird pressure to walk in and be the shit. That, more often than not, is worth resisting. The reason for this is that being the shit comes with future pressure, much if it is shit related. Therefore, don’t let people gas you up into needing to be the shit: that’s a trap. I’m telling myself to just do my best and watch the consequences. If people think you’re the shit that’s still a shitty topic of conversation, and not much of a value add to the shittee. I find what’s important is trying, being grateful for having the opportunities and amenities to try the way I do, and die trying your best. It’s weird — the cultures that have the mentality of “waaah doing your best is hard waaah, just do it for a bit and then relax when you’re old”

It’s weird. Those fuckers live less longly.

I think the cultures where people love doing whatever they do well might line up with better food choices and lifespan. This is either a failure of the data available, or not a coincidence.

Oh yeah, whole marathon was neat too. I’d say it was longer because it was in KM and there are more of those but 1/5 people won’t get the joke and I’m afraid to identify those. On that note, I had a family member tell me that she assumed I didn’t do it very fast or well when they didn’t hear from me. I think there are much smarter conclusions: it also simply should not be a top priority to impress a vegetarian with how much meat one can facehole and send field reports on the same.

Anyway when I ran my first marathon in 2015 I wanted to write like 26 pages about the experience but then I got so butthurt that my old man wouldn’t go to the corner to witness that I couldn’t get past page 8. Today I just want to point out that of course I did that marathon and there were parts that were great and parts that felt less great but the part that you’d better believe is that there are reasons to appreciate Osaka most. I think 90% of people who really want to know what running a marathon is like can go run one, most people are just curious and think they have the answer (AND THAT PRESUMPTION MAKES ‘EM SUCKERS)

Also, I still love robocop and gonna go work out because sometimes I feel just a couple of steps away from the superheroes I used to make up.