I had insomnia last night. My thoughts did not stop.
I miss my laptop the most out of everything back home. To lay in bed and just write and write – absolutely splendid.
I think I need to be a nobody for a while. Maybe that’s why I came to Spain. I came wanting a change in perspective, but first I have to shed my old skin.
I need to become a nobody first. Burn and bury the pages of my book. Both the written and the unwritten. I have literally done that before. 15 years worth.
I don’t need to do anything, be anything or anyone. I’m not special.
Lets drill this into your thick megalomanic skull Mel: You are not special. You are not special. You are a nobody, a nothing. And guess what? It’s okay.
I need to let it all go for a while and just be. It sounds self defacing, but it’s supposed to be liberating.
Ew I can totally hear everything the guy in the next room is doing and it’s disgusting!
I’m laying in bed in my hotel room, and the guy next to me, with our paper thin walls, is making me sick to my stomach! Every phlegm wad scarfed up, every wet fart splattering the toilet – I mean this guy has it all! Think of the most disgusting sounds the human body can make and you have my next door neighbor.
Wow, why the hell would I ever want one of these vile creatures to take home so I can sleep next to it every night? Is this how men sound when they get old? Does my dad hide these sounds from me?
Do I sound like that? No, no way. I’m a civilized dainty rose petal even in private.
I haven’t made a peep this whole time, but over in phlegm palace, they’re working on snot and ass bubbles.
I would not want his room after him. Those poor maids.
Anyway, back to my original business….
I’m a nobody I’m a nobody I’m a nobody.
Would a nobody be disgusted over snot man? No. A nobody just is. A nobody lets things be as they are just as she be’s how she is.
Okay, that last part sounds a trite grammatically incorrect.
I’m a Nobodynobodynobodynobody.
Okay, do I feel better? Does it feel like the pressure is off a bit?
I feel complete anger and horror over sharing a wall with this man. I can almost smell him! He sounds like Jabba the Hutt with a sinus infection.
Now he’s on the phone.
I can’t make out the sound quality of this vid. It’s him talking so you can get an idea of how thin the walls are.
I’m such a dumbass. It’s because of this man that kept me awake last night! He kept farting tremendously loud and hacking up Jabba phlegm. I forgot all about it until now.
He’s getting in the way of my personal development of becoming a nobody. He doesn’t realize that I’m hard at work over here trying to embody nothingness.
Speaking of nothingness, that’s what I did today. I ate at my favorite Italian restaurant and then at my favorite toppa’s restaurant. Then I sat in the park and laid myself down under a tree listening to a free classic audiobook, The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde. It’s about three gay guys.
Then I came back here to my hotel. My pilgrim friends all went home save but a few that are hard to contact.
I leave tomorrow for Madrid.
I’m going to stick on my sticky pilgrim pants and go out for a smokey before bed.
My view from the park earlier. And hey you know what else? I did a satellite image of the cathedral on my phone and it’s in the shape of a cross!
I’m not special. I’m nobody.
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