The Skinny On Being Skinny

I don’t perceive skinny as being the be all and end all.  I consider skinny simply another destination that I would like to visit  (and perhaps stay for awhile).  In much the same way I pour over travel mags and Pilot Guides dreaming of visiting far off lands, I dream of visiting a place I call Being Skinny.  I have travelled far and often, I have seen much and experienced the act of journeying.  I have gone out of my way, and changed my  travel plans in order to go somewhere that intrigued me.

Skinny intrigues me.  Skinny pulls me towards it, like a compass point to due North.  I have no choice but to journey in its direction.

What will I find when I get there? That remains to be seen, but I have heard that more energy, and vitality both dwell there.  I hear the shopping is better than here (more selection at least).  And the quality is also supposed to improve. Sports are better, the sex is great and the food is delicious.

I’m not quite sure what will happen when I get there, perhaps I’ll want to linger in Being Skinny for awhile, or maybe the journey alone will be all that I really needed.  I find that with travel, often, the best part is in the getting there, not so much in the being there.  The journey is the hard part, the journey is the real character builder, and the destination is simply the end.

All I know is that where I am right now  is not where I’m meant to be, and I’m the only one that can change this.

Good night, be well and thanks for reading.

K.