The Boozy Backpacker

Just drinking my way around the world one Tinder match at a time…

Bio

When I was a kid, people were always asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up. This always frustrated me immensely. Why can’t I be everything? Who are you to tell me I have to choose? I’m five. Maybe I want to be a unicorn.
So now I’m a quasi-adult and people are still asking me things like this. When am I going to “settle down” or have I figured out what I “want to do yet”…
Um…why are you asking like “everything” isn’t an option?
Who are you to tell me I have to choose? Maybe I still want to be a unicorn.
I want to eat street noodles surround by people speaking in languages I don’t understand. I want to hike volcanoes at dawn and kiss strangers at parties. I want to get lost on cobblestone alleyways and breathe the salt-sweat air of oceans so old they gave birth to gods.
Eat. Drink. Smoke. Fuck. BE ALIVE.
Live your life on your own terms and never let anybody contain you, that’s what I say.
Be bold.
Be brave.
Be shattered to pieces by the astounding magnitude of your own being.

I mean, otherwise what’s the point really, right?

 

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