Art and Rants

It is currently 0:20, which I would assume means 12:20 according to my computer and i felt it was time to write a post so bear with me…

Lately Ive been going to the beach, something Im sadly not very accustumed to doing regularly despite the many beautiful beaches that this country has to offer. Now this hasnt always been like this. When I was a small child I would spend quite a bit of time at the beach in Bocas del Toro, rolling around in the sand and making castles out of said sand. Alas, when I moved to the city my beach expeditions became few and far between, till I reached the pasty white complexion that is characteristic of me.

This doesnt mean I hate the beach, on the contrary, it brings me fond memories and I wish I could spend more time going there, the ocean is oddly soothing… Well maybe not oddly but soothing nevertheless, I digress… So lately Ive been going more to the beach and Ive encountered more than one person who has told me Im a lousy Bocatoreño. There are many reasons behind this of course, Im as white as a marshmellow, as soft as one, I dont eat turtle, I fish but Im lousy at it, and I in no way look or sound Caribbean. But what I believe is the main reason for this statement is this: I do not surf. Take a moment if you will to assimilate all this. Ready? Ok, lets move on.

The reason for my non-surfyness is simple, Im a terrible swimmer and Im honestly very much terrified of drowning. Most people seem to have a problem with this because it fits into the cliche of what an islander is all about, and I happily am the contrary of that cliche. I dont surf, I dont wanna surf, I applaud anyone with the balls to jump into the shark infested oceans to glide gracefully over jagged rocks while being pummeled by the tide but its just not for me. Me? Im a skater at heart and even though my legs wont allow me to get back on a board for a while I still enjoy the sport. Call me a pussy if you will for not having the nuts to go out and dare the fierce sea, The reality is that as much as I enjoy the sea I will more than likely remain reazonably fearful of it for the rest of my life, and Im quite content with that. Ill be watching the surf from the shore.

P.S.  I dont dance either…