It has been so long since I have visited my own blog, that I had to access it through my own Facebook page. For someone interested in writing, I sure avoid sharing my work online. The following has little to do with travel and more to do with living.
Life experience is subjective. This weekend, it occurred to me that observation is often stranger than participation.
I attended a local event last Friday named the Bucket o' Blood. This unique side show, sponsored by High Priestess Piercing shop here in Eugene was a spectacle for the strange. After witnessing two lovely girls being stitched together in the cheek, I watched as several men electively suspended themselves with hooks to various contraptions and one another.
In retelling this experience, it occurred to me that as they spent time that evening practicing ritual (and apparently painful) passtimes, I was truly the freak in observing.
In the end of my life, it will not be about the things I accumulate, but the experiences I share with others.
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