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A First Adventure – Summer 2013

Chaz was an eagle of the mountains and streams.  He was the unclimbable path of stone that grew along the river’s edge.  He was a glinting arrow of insanity that exploded into the heart of banality.  He was a modern explorer.

Chaz was a mad soul, the kind who infinitely embarked upon raw, untamable adventures that only money couldn’t buy.  He had a wild and pure love for exploration, and desired the most unadulterated, amazingly authentic  experiences of human existence.  With a wry twinkle in his eye, and a genuine, childlike enthusiasm exploding in his voice, he would always suggest the most adventurous things to do with his friends.

Even though his small-town American upbringing held a special place in his heart, he knew it wasn’t progressive enough; it was a traditional behemoth that represented an ignorant, antiquated societal philosophy and morality.  Chaz subtly resented this about his former hometown.  Chaz had evolved far beyond this barbaric way of living and thinking.

Once, upon first arriving in Taipei, he went onto one of his patented adventures into the midnight mystery and wilderness of Taipei, capital of Taiwan, which was where he now lived and worked, teaching English to students of all ages:

A dangerous man approaches.  He wears a striped Oxford shirt, unbuttoned at the chest, slovenly half-tucked with a belt hanging down.  The man smokes a Kool that’s hanging off of his lip, and it doesn’t seem to match with his perfectly-muscled body. 

Chaz feels afraid.  He watches a flock of these nearly-identical men pouring out of the club. With them pour vapors of machismo and ignorance. 

Chaz doesn’t fit in with this scene.  He’s the outsider, the loner standing against the wall, hands in his pockets and fear in his eyes.  Though extremely uncharacteristic, he has dark, intrusive thoughts stemming from his anger towards these people and their ignorance. 

Another man approaches.  This man has a light beard, and the sides of his head are shaved completely bald, in accordance with that season’s hip trendy hairstyle, just like all of the other brainless morons who follow every current trend.  The man fumbles with a cigarette.  He talks loudly about wanting to fight the next guy that he sees, and somehow, the beautiful girl hanging off of his waist is impressed by his violence.  These are the kinds of guys who get all the girls.  The shy ones like Chaz will never be wanted.

Chaz will always be alone.  The beautiful girl eyes her idiot man seductively.  At the same time, her man looks at another girl who is walking by, and he lewdly checks out her sexy hourglass frame, his eyes running up and down her curvy body.  However, the man’s date doesn’t notice her man’s wandering eye.  

Chaz doesn’t understand why women are attracted to men like this.  Chaz is the shy one, the awkward one.  The undesirable one.  His anxiety increases.  He thrusts his fists into his pockets and looks at the ground. 

Walking past Chaz is another idiot Neanderthal with a beautiful girl.  Their booze-ridden stench assaults Chaz’s innocent nostrils.  Their stench also carries silent ridicule and hate.  Chaz watches them saunter into the busy street, where cars are crazily driving.  He secretly imagines them getting hit by a car; however, just as the thought enters his mind, he quickly eschews it away, ashamed at the idea of what he had just imagined.  He looks to the moon and immediately hopes the two of them will make it home safe. 

Chaz decides to walk to a nearby park, so he can be alone and reflect.  He sees a single stone tile raised slightly above the others, and he steps upon it curiously.  He also sees a group of college students laughing loudly and talking.  He wonders why they should be so happy. 

Chaz contemplates the moon and the stars.  He sits alone at a bench and traces his finger over the small cracks in the wood.  A splinter enters his flesh, and Chaz peers at it thoughtfully.  He studies the small wooden spear intently, and thinks of the beauty of the human’s ability to feel pain. 

A man emerges from the trees with a large, human-sized duffel bag hoisted over his shoulder.  Chaz turns away and calmly leaves the park.  The peaceful night is like a quiet metaphor for his tranquility and thoughtfulness.  His relaxed face muscles and curious eyes confidently observe the world around him. 

Even though Chaz may not be the same as the guys in the club, he is peaceful and thoughtful, which is to say he actually has a brain.  He wonders why women don’t appreciate this and notice it about him.  Even so, Chaz forges onward, newly alive and eager for adventure.  He knows that this is just the beginning, and that he’s still finding his footing.  As with the uneven tile, Chaz’s path is still not smooth, and he knows that there will be bumps along the way.  However, there’s only one way to go, and that way is forward!

 This is just one of many adventures that Chaz went on in Taiwan, though by far the most tame (perhaps because it was the first).  There will be plenty more to come!  Stay tuned…

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