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AWOL.COM/Alice Edwards’ Incredibly Unimaginative Travel Blog
24 June – 4.34 p.m.
Hello human beings,
Firstly, I’mBACK. Not dead. Thanks for the messages asking if I’m dead, but no, to confirm: not dead.
Secondly, I want to apologise for previously calling you all dream chasers. I’ve realised just how patronising and meaningless that was. I only did it becauseI thought it sounded clever and cool. I’m realising now how much of my life I’ve spent saying things just because I thought they sounded clever and cool. I was trying to present myself in some dumb pretentious way I thought people wanted – and, let’s face it, it’s bullshit.
And while we’re on the subject, what is this idea that we’re all chasing dreams, anyway? Most of my dreams involve runningaway from something. So if I’m chasing that dream, then I’m chasing myself being chased. Seems kinda stupid, no? For real though, I don’t like the idea that we’re ‘chasing’ something, because that implies that it is unattainable and will always be out of reach. But my dream is just to be happy, and I can be happy. I know I can.
Anyway, to that end, I’ve decided to stay on in Thailand a littlebit longer. There’s too much to see and do. I want to be brave now – really, actually brave, not just #brave.
Yours,
Axx
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COMMENTS:
Sarah Sommers
|YESSSSSSSS. PREACH GURL.
Hannah Edwards
|i am v glad u r happy
Karen Gill
|Very disappointing on thenot-dead front. Mammy was all preppedto tell the Irish Sun all about it. She had her quotes typed up and everything.
Hollie Baker
|Yayyy! So happy you’re back onAWOL, it wasn’t as good without you!!!
Guru Shaman QuamAKAGary Porter
|It’s all about the happiness, Alice. Good for you.
Clara Weber
|I’m still here, too! You coming up to north Thailand at any point? Message me.
Joe Downe
|NowTHISis the kind of blog you should be writing, Ali! I love this, and I love you!!!! Sorry about ... y’know, what happened. Miss you.
‘No, pisssssssin,’ I say again, enunciating, but knowing it is meaningless. ‘Piss in thepiscine.’
I’m trying to explain the moment back in Year 10 when our whole FrenchGCSEclass fell apart, hysterical for the whole hour’s lesson.Our poor teacher, Mr Mitchells, had to go get the head teacher in the end – he’d wholly lost control. All becauseself-proclaimed ‘class clown’ Aaron Sullivan had pointed out that the word for swimming pool – ‘piscine’ – sounded like ‘piss in’, which, he said, is what we’ve all done in the pool at some point.
Therefore, you piss in thepiscine.
Fifteen years later, I’m starting to suspectthe joke is notthatfunny. Or maybe you just need to understand some of the nuance of English slang? Which this group of French tourists I’ve just met definitely do not.
