Month 5: Cheesy meets rival

Cheesy had said something she regretted. In fact Cheesy often said things she later regretted.

Cheesy's problem was that, once she started something (anything), she couldn't stop. For example: talking, complaining, eating, singing, traveling. Cheesy was an absolute failure in self-moderation (especially given that after doing something obsessively for a while, Cheesy would suddenly stop it completely until some new obsession came along). For a while, Cheesy wasn't able to stop herself from philosophizing about facebook and spying on people, until she crossed the line by criticizing people who give constant updates about themselves. There are lots of people who give constant updates about themselves. Cheesy was beginning to realize that the desire to talk to people was probably normal. So constant updaters were probably socially healthy people from whom Cheesy could learn a lot, ha ha. With that realization, Cheesy's short-lived obsession with the facebook privacy issue ended abruptly.

In the meantime Cheesy had met a friend who complemented her perfectly in the social sphere. Let us call her Tally (since of course Cheesy was still obsessed with the blogger's privacy issue, ha ha). Tally was good for Cheesy, because Tally was always talking, smiling, and laughing. Cheesy was learning from Tally what it was like to be a normal, happy, sociable person. For example, Tally demonstrated that it was possible to live well without changing one's country of residence every few weeks (ha, ha). Tally was also crazy about things like "positive energy" and "cleansing one's aura" and so on. Cheesy was thrilled to have finally met someone cheesier than her. Tally also accepted Cheesy's atheism, which had been making Cheesy feel like a deviant weirdo in Turkey. In brief, Tally made Cheesy feel a little bit less alone, and together they would float for hours through their strange cloud of cheesy energy.

Nonetheless Cheesy's itch to move was getting stronger and stronger. She was surprised at how much she missed the weight of her backpack on her shoulders. She was also disappointed on how slow she was at picking up Turkish - she had learned as much Turkish in six weeks as she had learned of Serbo-Croatian in two weeks (and yes, she was losing her English skills) (and yes, she just said "Serbo-Croatian" even though that's a big no-no) (what was she supposed to call it? She was in Croatia for one week where they told her not to learn Serbian, then she was in Serbia for one week where they told her not to learn Croatian, but in both places she learned the same language, so she had decided to give the finger to politics and just call it "Serbo-Croatian") (oops did she just say too much again? Dear reader, she means no offense).

Cheesy's final thoughts on the matter were about self-restraint. Cheesy believed that when there is an itch, one should scratch. Isn't this the cornerstone of hedonism?