The last time I tried to fly across the Atlantic Ocean in a homemade airplane I was stranded on an island, for 6 months. It was terrible. I had no food, and I really don’t enjoy fish, so it was rather unpleasant.
I didn’t have a change of clothes so I had to keep wearing the same pants and t-shirt everyday, which got rather revolting.
I did try and make some new clothes, but a shirt and tie made of coconut tree leaves is really not all that fashionable, nor is it comfortable. I tried to make some shoes out of sand, but I think that was because I hadn’t eaten in 5 days and was living off coconut milk.
I went swimming quite a bit, but that was only because I couldn’t stop running back and forth on the beach shouting “I need to feed my dolphin! It’s going to starve to death!! GUPPY! GUPPY!! GAAAAWWWWW!” I believe that happened also because I fell asleep on the beach and became very dehydrated and hungry, and I had a dream I bought a dolphin from the supermarket… odd, I know.
About the second month on the island, I started to really lose contact with the rest of the world, more than likely because I was isolated from it… but also because those damn fish wouldn’t stop taunting me about how I always wear the same outfit. “I’m sorry, I didn’t pack more; I wasn’t planning on staying here for more than a day!” And yet, day after day, I had to listen to them taunting me relentlessly, over and over…
I’d often sit up on the beach in the fetal position rocking back and forth trying to convince myself it was only my imagination, and that fish really didn’t have a fashion sensibility and weren’t able to decipher whether or not my outfit was the same, or if I just had a lot of similar ones.
The song DON’T WORRY, BE HAPPY eventually became the only thing that left my lips when I spoke out loud, but other than that, I did a lot of thinking…or at least I thought it was only thinking, and that I wasn’t actually saying it aloud.
