Traveling alone for a lengthy period of time has proven to be one of the most effective ways to develop my personality. This current trip is no exception.
The days are usually spent alone, wandering to new places, working for a few hours in a garden or café, and doing a lot of observing. What starts to happen is that I slowly become more and more aware of reality—thoughts stop clouding observations, there are no acquaintances to influence what is being seen, and reading other people gets easier and easier.
It also helps that I do not speak the local language. A lot of communication is through the eyes or gestures and that helps in becoming more aware of peoples intentions and wants. It’s also fun having the old lady at the shop teach me some local phrases.
When I am out at night meeting people, a lot of girls ask me “How are you here alone?” My response last night was the most lucid so far, and it came to me after over a week of solo travel. It was “My job here is to think, when no one is around and I don’t speak the language, and I have no obligations, I am able to think clearer than ever.” The words rang true as I said them and the girl understood completely.
And its working, I’m getting more work done down here alone in half the time that it would take me in NYC. Liberating.
The studio I am staying in is a sort of commune. There are other rooms close to mine and I have to come outside in the garden to use the wifi. An American couple just arrived two days ago and I see them heading to bed in the evening as I am pregaming with some mescal and dicking around on the computer.
The poor guy has to sit there every evening and listen to his wretched girlfriend complain about the bugs, no hot water, a stubbed toe, her stomach ache…everything. When they aren’t arguing about something, their time together consists of checking Facebook status and updating their own. They are in bed at 1030…right at the time I am about to go out and meet dozens of local beautiful promiscuous girls. The guy is younger than me. I can see the sadness in his eyes, and the most horrible part is that he has no idea how much better life can be.
After the days of being alone, I transition into night. Game has provided an arsenal of social weapons including: no approach anxiety whatsoever, a not give a fuck attitude, interesting story telling techniques, sexually charged conversation, and a total embrace of my sexuality. This is proving unstoppable and the nights are filled with adventures of meeting new people and sex. This wouldn’t happen nearly as much if I were with someone else…let alone a girlfriend.
It took me years and years of hard work to build a life that allows me to travel so often, my dream is to be completely location independent and financially stable, but until that happens, I will enjoy this time alone.