Australia in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I am watching the most boring documentary right now. The truth is, the only reason it’s boring is because I’m not at all interested in the subject. It’s some movie about the lack of gay professional surfers, which I thought would be interesting. I’ve paid attention to surfing, I enjoy it, but after watching this, it was clear that I did not follow it closely enough to understand what the fuck they were saying. Furthermore, their ideas and concepts regarding the GLBT community were really rudimentary and clearly meant for people who are not familiar with these concepts in the larger sense. Even some of the straight people they were interviewing seemed to have stronger intellectual points and arguments in favor of integration in surfing than the filmmakers seemed to understand.

The truth is I’m focusing on everything else except what I have to get done. I’ve been saying good-bye to people for over a week and it’s really frustrating because I made it clear that I didn’t want to go through all the time-consuming practice that goes with these long farewell tours.

Everyone is making a big hullaballoo about my departure and I’m not so sure about it. I mean, the revelations with Richard mean that I’ll be back, besides I have to come back for graduation in a few months. The fact of the matter is that I’ve said good-bye so many times to so many different groups of people that I find it all rather exhausting. I kept reiterating that this is not the final time I will see them and that I shall be back again.

Last night I had a rude revelation of how things are already going to be different if/when I return. I was hanging out with my buddy Adrian, who is GORGEOUS by the way, and I realized that he had broken up with his boyfriend of over a year. As we talked about it, it’s clear that it was still a sore subject for him because he really felt like he made the right decision but he was still hurting about it. We were there for the bartender’s birthday, and I suddenly realized that Adrian and the bartender were kind of having a thing… like they were really flirty. Suddenly I became really jealous that I was going to be gone and I wasn’t going to be around to see where it all went or participate in the randomness.

When I get like this I start thinking about random things, like Australia. Why? No reason, that seems like as good a subject to suddenly become fixated on as any. Am I saying it wrong when I say “Ausss-trail-ey-uh” or are they correct when they say “‘strayya”? What kinds of racism do they have there? Would I not look weird there because I feel like I’m as white as they are? Is it racist of me to think that? What kind of country music do they have? Could I really live there if Madonna is never going to tour there? Why am I thinking about moving to Ausss-trail-ey-uh? I’ve never in my life thought of moving there, should I? Wouldn’t I die? I mean, isn’t everything fucking poisonous there? Are their drag queens less annoying? Is it racist if I think they would be just because they have the accent? Does that mean I could be blonde again? Is being comfortably blonde a good enough reason to move to another country? Is it racist to want to be blonde again?

AAAANNNND these are the things my mind thinks when I’m CLEARLY trying to procrastinate.