People Are More Interesting Than Anything...

People are more interesting than anything. Places are cool. I love architecture. Sports are fun. But people are the best. Even with architecture, I love the final product, but I always end up wanting to know about the person(s) behind it. I don’t understand people who can isolate themselves completely. God, I’m feel I don’t have a right to say that because I love being alone. At some point it’s got to be unhealthy. Maybe not, but I love being alone. That said, after about 6 hours alone in Gran Cayman one begins to realize how alone alone is. It ceases to be fun for me. The excitement wears down and unless a person be truly autonomous, I’ll wager bets he finds something to fill up the lonliness as I am with this diary. What good are experiences if you can’t shout them out in one way or another? It also doesn’t help to know a bunch of people are in a boat partying in your general direction. Not to mention all the parties going on around me. Who comes to Gran Cayman and eats a nice dinner by themselves? The lobster was crabby, the bread was good and I’m stuffed. I will walk back to my hotel to a new Sting tune. I ration them like my Mom did Halloween candy.