let's go bananas

Somewhere earlier in this blog I posted a message on mistakes and missed chances.

Since it’s important for you to know that it’s okay to take a chance every once and a while and not sulk about missed opportunities, I’ll share an example. 

For with every chance you missed, more will come, just believe in it.

I’m going to give you a stupid example on how simple things can be, if you just follow through.

During one of my holidays I wound up on a party-island. Being a solo traveler it’s not always easy to mingle in a group of party-goers, but I gave it a shot anyway.

Apart from the standard techno-clubs, there also was a rock pub. The musicians were putting up their gear, and a lovely bunch of ladies had placed themselves a few tables away. A good place for me to start…  or so I thought. The music was awful, imagine Disney rock covers. Ugh, I still get the chills when hearing “it’s a small world after all.” And I couldn’t get myself to walk over to that lovely company a few tables to the right. Yes, sometimes I’m just shy as fuck. (dearly note I wrote 'as fuck', with one 's' , you dirty little mind).
As the tunes of the little mermaid started to chime, I couldn’t take it anymore and left the place. Surely, it was a party island: more opportunities were bound to happen. So I took a stroll along the beach. No luck. I shook the sand out of my ears and passed a few pubs… nada. Back to the beach again: zero. For some reason I just couldn’t get into the right mood. It’s at times like these I had to take the long and lonesome way back to wherever I was supposed to sleep. When suddenly:

    

 ‘Hey go to the bananabar’

Normally I don’t listen to proppers (pub/party promoters) but since I really wasn’t in the mood to go to bed, just yet, I shrugged, and gave it a go. The bar was nice, imagine the blend of a tropical bar, and a huge assed tree house. There was ice cream and beerpong, movies and dancing. Still, I couldn’t shake the numb feeling  in the back of my head. Oh well, might as well see the movie. It was an Asian one. Even if I would speak the language, the loud music blasted out every possibility to hook on to the film. A girl noticed my struggle, I guess she had the same idea about the establishment. We started talking, but the music rendered every attempt to a wordplay impossible.    

So my next line was pretty obvious:  ‘wanna go outside?’

We took a walk through the party infested streets and eventually wound up back at the rock bar.

Surprisingly the rock music had become better. The musicians were merrily drunk, rendering the theme from Cinderella almost enjoyable.  After some  healthy sweaty smash dancing, we said our goodbye. I took one last stroll to the beach. There the music had also become improved. A lingered a bit longer and even initiated a flaming limbo. Satisfied, and much later than anticipated, I headed back to my hostel.

The point I’m trying to make with this little anecdote, is that your perception of the ambiance, will greatly depend on how you view things. And fellow people can have  a great influence on this. So if certain surroundings give you a tough time, think about going elsewhere. Yes, there’s always a possibility that things will remain the same, but at least you tried. And luck usually favors the ones who take action. Most importantly: for every missed opportunity there is a new chance waiting for you. So cheer up, the world is how you perceive it.