My family and I have been staying in Hawaii (on the island of Maui) since last Saturday, we just got home this morning (Which is the next Saturday). Let me just start this post off my saying, if you have not been to Hawaii yet, YOU NEED TO GO! It is the best trip you will EVER have. It is worth every single penny, I promise you. You can take my word for it. My family and I had an amazing time and we didn't want to leave when it was time for us to check out.
Anyways, the point that I wanted to make was that during this trip, I really didn't feel anything like myself. I mean of course I did, but it was kind o like those outer body sensational feelings, you know? I knew it was me doing all the activities but I still felt as though I was a third party observer (the real me). The me that was out there and occupying my body for the majority of the trip was outgoing, confident, and knew all the right things to say at exactly the right time. That's me, but that's kind of like my alter ego. I guess that's a good description for it.
My first out of body experience started on Wednesday (three days ago). We were driving the road to Hana. (Its this big long and very windy road. There are stops all along where you can get out and hike trails, look at waterfalls, look out at amazing scenic views, and go by the ocean, whether it be on rocks or on a sandy beach. It is a great experience, and if you ever go, I suggest you do that.) Normally I am not any sort of adventurous or woodsy kind of person, but that day, I was hiking all the trails and I was in the most adventurous mood! My parents had to stop me from doing things that might have been to dangerous for me to do... I still had a lot of fun though.
My second out of body experience was the next night, Thursday. My family and I had an... eventful afternoon to say the least (the nature of which events will remain concealed) and we were down by the restaurant eating our dinner. My mom told me that I should "go do something teenagerie for once, you always hang out with us adults. Its got to bore you. Go have fun, please, for me?" and so alas, I drug my butt off my nice cushioned seat and went out by the pool deck. It was about 8 o'clock at night Hawaiian time so it was dark out by then. I proceeded to wander aimlessly around the pool deck for a few minutes until i finally settled myself down in a cabana. Once seated I looked to see if there was anyone near me, indeed there was, it was none other than the boy who had been checking me out all week. He was fairly attractive and had a nice body, but he was a little young. So my playful and outgoing side decided to perform a small (and private, meaning he didn't know about it) experiment. The experiment was simple, all I was going to do was see if I could get this guy (who was obviously interested in me) to talk to me. To even just say a few words. I sat there on a lounge chair (just about three away from him) for about 15 minutes and then i decided to wander out onto the beach, I stayed there for a while and I soon turned to see him out there as well. I stayed there a little while longer and then went back to the cabana. He soon followed. We continued to do this all night. Finally, after about 2 hours, I gave up. This guy was not getting any of the hints that I was dropping (i.e. the smiles and the following him etc.) I decided that this boy was not worth my time and I had consequently wasted a good hour and a half of my life. Lesson learned on that one...
My third, and final, out of body experience for my trip to Hawaii was yesterday. Friday, the day I was leaving and ironically, my favorite day of all. That was the day I finally met a boy that made as much effort to talk to me as i did for him. He was perfect. He was gorgeous. He was... he was himself. It all started while I was lying in a miniature cabana with my mother, we had rented one all day and were drinking up as much vitamin D before the plane ride home would suck it all out of us. He and his family came and rented a cabana a little ways down. Long story shorter, i finally decided to get my lazy butt up and into the ocean. Besides, I knew that as I walked down there he was going to be checking me out on my way (hey, no judgement(;). When i finally managed to get my entire body and head under the water i felt as very accomplished just to be in it. As my mom and I were splashing around in the ocean, he and his father decided they wanted to come "diving for rocks" at that same moment. So they came out and started swimming beside us. A few minutes later my mother (my right hand wing woman who knows exactly how to help without even asking) asked his father, "Are you diving for anything in particular?" this then stroke a conversation up between her and his dad, consequently meaning a conversation for me and him. He asked me where I was from and I told him, we continued conversing and the subject of age came up. He said he'd just graduated from high school and I said I was just starting. He was very surprised and I just took it as a compliment for lack of any other way of wanting to take it.
My father then joined us in the ocean and the 5 of us swam apart for a few minutes. My mom then decided to get out of the pool, then his father, and then he went to go get his sunglasses and sit in the ocean where the waves lapped the shore. My father then decided that he was getting cold and it was only me left in the water and him on the shore. I swam around aimlessly for a few more minutes, decided I was getting cold and decided to make my way in. The undertow current was very strong so it was hard to stay standing and get out of the ocean gracefully. When I had finally made my way out I really wanted to talk to him, so I just opened my mouth and practically blurted "Wow, its really hard to get out of there! The current is pretty strong right now." He couldn't hear me the first time and so the outgoing and self confident part of me went and sat down next to him and repeated my sentence. Once I was seated I couldn't believe what I had just done. I started freaking out (in my head of course) and thinking to myself, "What if he didn't want me to sit here? What if he's not interested? I'm making a total fool out of myself! I can't believe I sat down here! Go me! Oh no, I wonder what he thinks though!" and so on and so forth. He didn't seem to mind though and we engaged in several minutes of conversation. He asked me questions and I asked and answered some back. A little ways into the conversation he said to me "Oh, my name's Brad by the way. I'm sure you're wondering why is this guy talking to me? I don't even know his name" I kind of laughed because I figured that that would be the exact thing he would be thinking of me, and I thought it ironic how he said he was talking to me when I was the one to go and sit down next to him. But it was nice. Again, I replied with a laugh and, "Nice to meet you, I'm Alana." We continued our conversing until a particularly large wave came and hit us both in the face and at the same time we both said "Alright, I'm gettin' up". He went into the ocean and I wasn't sure that he wanted me to follow so I just went up the hill to the shower. After that I went to get a smoothie to wipe the salt taste out of my mouth. I saw him walking a ways behind me and when I got to the snack counter and he eventually passed behind me, I gave him a smile and he nodded and smiled back and went upstairs. I got my smoothie, and that's the end of that session.
Things I learned about Brad:
- He likes to skateboard
- He went snowboarding for the first time in Colorado recently
- He likes the Denver Nuggets
- He is from Kentucky (and has the slightest and sweetest little accent to come with it)
- He has two tattoos (I'm not sure what they are of...)
- He has both ears pierced
- He recently graduated from High School
- He is moving to Hawaii
- Going to college for 2 years
- He is staying until next Wednesday, and he got there last Thursday night
- Detailed agenda of what they are doing each day
About half an hour later he came back down freshly clean from a shower wearing a blue and white stripped shirt with khaki cargo shorts and white flip flops. He had on his aviators as well. He looked, well, handsome, cute, fashionable, good, awesome, anyyyy of those adjectives. He went over to his parents and he returned the snorkel stuff they had used and then they decided to go in. My mom had already gone in so it was just my dad and I. My father, being the CENTS-able person he is wanted to stay in the cabana until 5 because we had paid thirty dollars at 11 in the morning to stay until 5 and he wanted his money's worth. I decided that I wanted to go upstairs and take a shower because I really had sand in places sand should really never be. Ever. He and his family were walking a little ways ahead of me and they went to the snack bar to order a pizza. He must have seen me walk behind them because I had barely rounded the corner to the elevators when he came after me. I was waiting for the elevator when he rounded the corner and stood beside me. We were talking and our elevator came. I got in and pushed floor 11 and get got in and pressed floor 6. The doors were just closing when his mother came around the corner and asked him for the money that was in the little pack on his back. He was getting the money out with one foot in the elevator and one out blocking the motion detector so it wouldn't close. Apparently he had stood there for too long and it began to close on him anyways. He moved out of the way of the elevator (which unfortunately was outside of it) and the door closing between us. That was the last I saw of Brad. After I had taken my shower I put something cute on (even though I knew i was going to have to change for the plane ride home) because I thought I just might come across him somewhere in the hotel. Did I? No. Of course I didn't. I just cant help imagining what might have happened had the elevator doors closed 5 seconds sooner, and I literally mean 5 seconds.
*Sigh*
Well oh well, whats done is done and its still a great memory of my boldness that day. Anyways, the point of this post was just that I felt myself, but a better version of myself. Like I said above, I really do believe that I was acting as though an alter ego of myself would in the situations I was placed in. It made me realize just how interesting my life could be if I was more confident and outgoing. I'll get myself to that place soon enough. I know I will.
A side note that also pertains to this subject is that today I checked my horoscope for yesterday to see if it was accurate in any way shape or form and I was fully expecting it not to be, but every single area I check was dead on about yesterdays events.
