When in Rome…

Sticking my arm out the window to take pictures is my favorite pastime

Sticking my arm out the window to take pictures is my favorite pastime

Random Observation/Comment #172: No matter how much I love trying to find those hidden treasures in an unfamiliar city, I can’t help but feel the need to conform to those guidebooks and millions of suggestions online.  After all, these people are paid to travel and write these reviews – I think they should have done the job that I’m trying to do.  Why do I continuously reinvent the wheel with these things?  Fortunately, the reinvention of this wheel is enjoyable and not laborious or tedious.  I am seeing new things and pulling new opinions from thin air. The threads that connect everything in this collection of thoughts just get pinched for a closer look.  If it’s worth the extra analysis, another web builds around the idea.  It’s my own little, methodical clustering system for my scattered thoughts.  Anyway, the point I was trying to make was that the tourist attractions are famous for good reason – they’re awesome.

I’ve never been to Rome, but when I go, I will probably say countless times: “When in Rome.”  To me, it’s an excuse to do anything I want because I’m on vacation.  It’s this mentality that brings me happiness – lightly closed eyes and a grin as if I’m hearing a captivating melody.  It’s a similar feeling, but non-specific, yet in much more detail with all my senses.  It’s actually so abstract that it makes me feel like I have no idea what I’m talking about.  This is probably true.

“When in Rome” sounded a little restricting for my personal taste at first glance.  It sounded as if I had to love what they loved – then I asked, “Why would I have similar tastes to Romans?”  I do not wear togas and walk around in sandals (in public or on weekdays).  It’s not like I have a council where I discuss some important philosophies while waiting for the next fight scene in Gladiator.  I did not see myself as stereotypically Roman, but did that mean that I shouldn’t at least try it?

In my world of logic, loopholes are plentiful because contradiction, debate, and an open-mind are praised.  For example, even though I doubted the idea of following what normal people do, I might just follow what normal people do to develop my experiences and finely chisel the details in my opinions.  But then, if my choice is the same from a state-action perspective, what have I done, but wasted a lot of extra brain power confusing myself?  I guess I just like confusing myself.  It keeps my brainstem on its tippy toes.

How does this apply to Interlaken in any way? I decided to contradict everything I thought about and just follow what I instinctively thought would be a good idea.  Over-planning and thinking over distributions and probabilities didn’t really help me make the decision.  I wanted to live on the edge and just do it because it worked for me at that moment.  It was an odd feeling, letting go of all of these plans.  My brain became the second stop where I looked for answers – I asked my gut first.  The gut is always right.  I know this because I asked my gut, and it told me exactly what I needed to hear.

Hmm… I guess this was how the Romans would have wanted me to do it.

~See Lemons Just Go with the Flow


Thanks for posing, Jordan.  There are no words.

Thanks for posing, Jordan. There are no words.