I ####ing get this ridiculous emotion when travelling that is somewhere between apathy and despair. From somewhere I’ve dreamed about to some of the most beautiful places in the world, always find myself trying so hard to not ruin my partners experience, but god damn if I don’t manage to smear such cynical #### on everything. Gotta figure it out man, should be having the time of my life with those I love and instead I’m trying to avoid crying into a pint over how frustratingly underwhelming it all feels and the inability to hide it, knowing these are rare and social occasions.
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No, no…I’m not sloppy, or lazy. This is a sign of the boredom.
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