Travel relations
Why do we have relationships? This is probably the stupidest question I’ve ever asked.
This is not some psychoanalytical entry about life and that friends and family are the most important … which kinda is.
But still, they way we enclose friendships or even relationships differ widely.
How many times did it happen that somebody introduced you to his friend, colleague or so-what and you thought “I like that guy” or “I don’t like that guy”?
Sometimes I can’t even explain why I don’t or why I do like somebody when I first meet him.
The same happened while I was travelling. You meet a shitload of people and sometimes you hang out with them out of need because nobody else is there. Or he’s the only other German in town.
At home sometimes it’s hard to meet new people, at least for me, just because I don’t know how to interact with them. In a hostel it’s the easiest thing ever. Just go into the kitchen or the “lounge” and say: Hey, how you doing? Bam! Conversation.
I had it couple of days ago: I was with two friends of mine in the bar having a beer when they asked me how many new friends I now have, as I was constantly on my phone answering messages. I didn’t know how to answer that. Not because I don’t know how many people I met, which I don’t, but because I don’t know who of them I consider a friend. Sure I met guys with whom I still have contact, some of them I already visited, but then you got a shitload of those with whom you hang out in a city just because you were staying in the same hostel. Still you have their number and are friends on Facebook.
Some of them you keep because, to be honest, you’re a selfish bastard and soon want to go the city/country they come from and it would be nice to know someone from there.
Or people you met in the end of your trip who are “closer” to you as those you met during the first two weeks just because it’s not that long ago and if you delete them on Facebook they might be upset. Of course, you don’t want that.
Every time when I tell my friends that I’m actually pretty shy, they start laughing. I don’t get it. I’m opening my heart for y’all and you laugh at me. Admitted, I often talk a lot and the “line” of my personal space until I do that is pretty short. But still, I have a lot of trouble to take the first step and actually talk to someone. That’s what I love about travelling. It’s so easy to meet new people.
You sit in the bus and start talking to someone about the weather maybe and there you go. Where I’m from you can’t do that. For explanation, the part of Germany I live in is full of huge assholes. For real. The only things you can ask for is a lighter and the time. And nowadays where everybody has a smartphone even that is weird.
To differ between all the real friends from the travel friends is hard sometimes. Some of them I only follow their feed on Facebook or Instagram as they post funny, interesting, amazing things. Others, I’m honest, are really hot so I keep them as a friend.
And of course those you really like and enjoy talking to them. And you are really excited when they send you a message on Facebook.
I didn’t meet my soulmate, as said I was only gone for five months, like a friend of mine who came back home with a wife. Or like Sunny and Siana, “the evil twins” how Jason called them. Two girls, where in German you would say “they searched and found each other”, who became best friends and hanged out 24/7.
These are those relationships where you also start crying when one of them has to leave, even when you were not part of it, just because they fit together so perfectly.
The way relations start during travel are amazing.
One girl was sitting opposite of me eating a let’s say not well-looking soup when I jokingly asked her “Do you like your mopping water?” Back then I didn’t that I was going to have such a great time with her.
That one time two Brits were talking about that they went to the same elementary school. But as they were like 5 years apart they didn’t meet. So in the end they talked about that guy with whom the other’s brother was in one class and that he is now engaged and shit.
This is about the “you are connected to everyone over 7 corners”-thing.
I met One Italian guy while we were looking for the local supermarket and started talking and ended up hanging around together all the time just because of shared interests. After a while (it actually were only one day but it felt like a week) I knew him better I thought that back home I’d never become friends with him just of the way he behaves and speaks. I don’t want to upset him right now, and am already sorry for saying this, but he sounds, sometimes, like a douche bag. You know one of those lady lovers’ guys which I don’t like. He is not I have to say.
As we met while travelling, however, it all started in another way. We still have contact and talk regularly which is really cool but I have to think about that often. If I had met him at home I totally wouldn’t be a friend with him. Maybe after a while, after realizing he is not as bad as I thought.
Somebody once said “Why give one person several second chances instead of giving another person one first chance?”
This makes me think of how many cool people in my life I despise just because our first meeting wasn’t good. I’m sorry.
You always think about it the other way, how many times I was despise just because I’m a jerk sometimes. Or simply because I was drunk.
To what does that all lead me? I’d say, definitely don’t judge people within 10 seconds.
Life is weird in its own way. How friendships emerge, break, emerge again perhaps and/or continue, sometimes around the globe. Still I only know two of my direct neighbors. Does your friend in Canada accept the DHL package when you’re not at home? Sure he would, only that the delivery guy doesn’t go there extra for that. But when you order something you’re sitting at home excitedly as you don’t trust your neighbor as he might look into the package. The filthy old fuck.
Luckily we’re in the digital age where you can maintain friendships easier than 100 years ago. Especially long distance friendships.
That didn’t happen only once. Thanks to social media I can tell my Canadian friend about stuff going on in the US because my friend from Australia just saw it on TV. Gotta love that shit.
Ronald told me how he stepped into a hostel in Barcelona and saw again an old friend he met two years before somewhere in Asia. They didn’t know that the other one was around or even on the road again.
Luckily this happened to me as well. Not that often and not in that kind but still I saw some people twice, most of them again in Morocco, probably because it was still warm down there.
This is such a great feeling. You’re walking down the street minding your business when you out of sudden see a familiar face. Of course you’re standing in the middle in the pedestrian zone and start talking and disturb everyone around you with your conversations in a different language and the laughter about your inside jokes. #justgirlythings
I remember how I used to say “the world is a village”. I still say it but now I know how small the world actually is. Though, I only saw Europe more or less, which is the smallest part, but just by hearing all the stories how you meet some guys several times.
There was a famous Australian girl who stayed in a hostel, I forgot the city somewhere Vietnam or something, and slept with literally every guy who was there at that time. She made herself a well-known reputation among travelers. I met some guys who told me the same stories about her. It took a while until I realized they were talking about the same girl.
I’m from a small town (approx. 40,000 inhabitants) if you do something stupid it doesn’t last long until everybody knows about it.
Monday mornings in school random people, that I’ve never seen before, told me how crazy the shit was I did last weekend. Who the fuck are you?
I just wanted to take the time to say:
To all my current friends, thank you for being my friends, I really enjoy the time with you. Hopefully it will never end.
To all those I was friends with but we aren’t anymore, thank you for making me what I am now and for all the good times we had together. I miss you guys.
And to all those I will be friends with in the future, brace yourself!
This is not some psychoanalytical entry about life and that friends and family are the most important … which kinda is.
But still, they way we enclose friendships or even relationships differ widely.
How many times did it happen that somebody introduced you to his friend, colleague or so-what and you thought “I like that guy” or “I don’t like that guy”?
Sometimes I can’t even explain why I don’t or why I do like somebody when I first meet him.
The same happened while I was travelling. You meet a shitload of people and sometimes you hang out with them out of need because nobody else is there. Or he’s the only other German in town.
At home sometimes it’s hard to meet new people, at least for me, just because I don’t know how to interact with them. In a hostel it’s the easiest thing ever. Just go into the kitchen or the “lounge” and say: Hey, how you doing? Bam! Conversation.
I had it couple of days ago: I was with two friends of mine in the bar having a beer when they asked me how many new friends I now have, as I was constantly on my phone answering messages. I didn’t know how to answer that. Not because I don’t know how many people I met, which I don’t, but because I don’t know who of them I consider a friend. Sure I met guys with whom I still have contact, some of them I already visited, but then you got a shitload of those with whom you hang out in a city just because you were staying in the same hostel. Still you have their number and are friends on Facebook.
Some of them you keep because, to be honest, you’re a selfish bastard and soon want to go the city/country they come from and it would be nice to know someone from there.
Or people you met in the end of your trip who are “closer” to you as those you met during the first two weeks just because it’s not that long ago and if you delete them on Facebook they might be upset. Of course, you don’t want that.
Every time when I tell my friends that I’m actually pretty shy, they start laughing. I don’t get it. I’m opening my heart for y’all and you laugh at me. Admitted, I often talk a lot and the “line” of my personal space until I do that is pretty short. But still, I have a lot of trouble to take the first step and actually talk to someone. That’s what I love about travelling. It’s so easy to meet new people.
You sit in the bus and start talking to someone about the weather maybe and there you go. Where I’m from you can’t do that. For explanation, the part of Germany I live in is full of huge assholes. For real. The only things you can ask for is a lighter and the time. And nowadays where everybody has a smartphone even that is weird.
To differ between all the real friends from the travel friends is hard sometimes. Some of them I only follow their feed on Facebook or Instagram as they post funny, interesting, amazing things. Others, I’m honest, are really hot so I keep them as a friend.
And of course those you really like and enjoy talking to them. And you are really excited when they send you a message on Facebook.
I didn’t meet my soulmate, as said I was only gone for five months, like a friend of mine who came back home with a wife. Or like Sunny and Siana, “the evil twins” how Jason called them. Two girls, where in German you would say “they searched and found each other”, who became best friends and hanged out 24/7.
These are those relationships where you also start crying when one of them has to leave, even when you were not part of it, just because they fit together so perfectly.
The way relations start during travel are amazing.
One girl was sitting opposite of me eating a let’s say not well-looking soup when I jokingly asked her “Do you like your mopping water?” Back then I didn’t that I was going to have such a great time with her.
That one time two Brits were talking about that they went to the same elementary school. But as they were like 5 years apart they didn’t meet. So in the end they talked about that guy with whom the other’s brother was in one class and that he is now engaged and shit.
This is about the “you are connected to everyone over 7 corners”-thing.
I met One Italian guy while we were looking for the local supermarket and started talking and ended up hanging around together all the time just because of shared interests. After a while (it actually were only one day but it felt like a week) I knew him better I thought that back home I’d never become friends with him just of the way he behaves and speaks. I don’t want to upset him right now, and am already sorry for saying this, but he sounds, sometimes, like a douche bag. You know one of those lady lovers’ guys which I don’t like. He is not I have to say.
As we met while travelling, however, it all started in another way. We still have contact and talk regularly which is really cool but I have to think about that often. If I had met him at home I totally wouldn’t be a friend with him. Maybe after a while, after realizing he is not as bad as I thought.
Somebody once said “Why give one person several second chances instead of giving another person one first chance?”
This makes me think of how many cool people in my life I despise just because our first meeting wasn’t good. I’m sorry.
You always think about it the other way, how many times I was despise just because I’m a jerk sometimes. Or simply because I was drunk.
To what does that all lead me? I’d say, definitely don’t judge people within 10 seconds.
Life is weird in its own way. How friendships emerge, break, emerge again perhaps and/or continue, sometimes around the globe. Still I only know two of my direct neighbors. Does your friend in Canada accept the DHL package when you’re not at home? Sure he would, only that the delivery guy doesn’t go there extra for that. But when you order something you’re sitting at home excitedly as you don’t trust your neighbor as he might look into the package. The filthy old fuck.
Luckily we’re in the digital age where you can maintain friendships easier than 100 years ago. Especially long distance friendships.
“Happy New Year!!
– 5 hours too early, bruh”
That didn’t happen only once. Thanks to social media I can tell my Canadian friend about stuff going on in the US because my friend from Australia just saw it on TV. Gotta love that shit.
Ronald told me how he stepped into a hostel in Barcelona and saw again an old friend he met two years before somewhere in Asia. They didn’t know that the other one was around or even on the road again.
Luckily this happened to me as well. Not that often and not in that kind but still I saw some people twice, most of them again in Morocco, probably because it was still warm down there.
This is such a great feeling. You’re walking down the street minding your business when you out of sudden see a familiar face. Of course you’re standing in the middle in the pedestrian zone and start talking and disturb everyone around you with your conversations in a different language and the laughter about your inside jokes. #justgirlythings
I remember how I used to say “the world is a village”. I still say it but now I know how small the world actually is. Though, I only saw Europe more or less, which is the smallest part, but just by hearing all the stories how you meet some guys several times.
There was a famous Australian girl who stayed in a hostel, I forgot the city somewhere Vietnam or something, and slept with literally every guy who was there at that time. She made herself a well-known reputation among travelers. I met some guys who told me the same stories about her. It took a while until I realized they were talking about the same girl.
I’m from a small town (approx. 40,000 inhabitants) if you do something stupid it doesn’t last long until everybody knows about it.
Monday mornings in school random people, that I’ve never seen before, told me how crazy the shit was I did last weekend. Who the fuck are you?
I just wanted to take the time to say:
To all my current friends, thank you for being my friends, I really enjoy the time with you. Hopefully it will never end.
To all those I was friends with but we aren’t anymore, thank you for making me what I am now and for all the good times we had together. I miss you guys.
And to all those I will be friends with in the future, brace yourself!
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I’m SO looking forward to be on the road again and meet all kinds of different people.
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