So, as a minor amount of spooning was taking place last night, my wife asked me how I liked Argentina. I told her that I liked it, but I think I lied. Truth be told, I think I love it because I only like it. It can be so easy sometimes to point to ones circumstances as the cause for ones behaviors and emotions that I think it’s really healthy to not be in a place you love too much. Not that I would, say, object to staying in a pool of beer and computer games where my wife would deliver cigarettes to me in her underwear every morning, but I think it would not be a healthy place for me to spend more than a week….and it would probably ruin my computer games. I guess that in Seattle, I had somehow convinced myself that the problems in how I live and how I think were a result of living in a place I disliked. “I drink a tad too much ‘because I’m stressed and sad a lot. I’m stressed and sad because I don’t have anyone to carry on any sort of meaningful conversations with, I’ve disengaged from the church, my community, and humanity because they’re crazy, they’re frustrating, they’re shallow, and pretentious; they walk around completely dead inside but refusing to stand still, their little rubber bands not quite unwound. It’s their fault that I refuse to go be a part of the world.
I’m really pretty glad that I got down here and found a strictly average city to live in. It sounds weird but I’m just glad that Buenos Aires didn’t give me the ability to cop out and point at how great everything is down here as opposed to Seattle. I still lose my temper at Sharon when we miss a bus even though it’s not her fault. I’m still incredibly lazy (made it out of bed by 10:30 this morning though!!). I’m still struggling with follow-through in my studies. Argentineans haven’t solved the problems of air and noise pollution. That old guy with the horribly ugly coat seems to have moved down here with me ‘cause he is still always hobbling along in front of me when I’m late somewhere, and I still have an almost irresistible urge to tip him over. I still eat pretty average meals. It’s great! I feel divinely blessed for the opportunity to live up to the facts about myself. That I can be crazy, frustrating, shallow, pretentious, and basically just dead on the inside….and I can also tack judgmental on there. Long story short, I am just extremely happy to have been given another opportunity to find things about a community, a city, a country, continent and life that are good and worth being appreciated without being handed them on a silver platter. Wish me luck and thanks for making it all the way through my random stream-of-consciousness. Weather’s great. Wish you were beer.
Ps. Sharon’s got some more pictures from our trip here.