com’on

Well, here I am. Two months later, and I’m finally able to talk again. After two months of silence. Two long months of confused and scrambled brains. Always something that I should be doing. Always something that I should have done that day. It’s a process I guess. It’s a long way from there and it doesn’t stop here. It’s been two years since we talked. And since then I’ve tossed and tumbled. It was the same for all of us that went there. The same for all of us, just a total mind fuck from start to finish. I don’t know if that is what comes out when I’m talking. It’s just that sometimes a person might want to explain something that happened to them… to really tell someone about it. But… they might be afraid of how it comes out. They had said something about this in one of the pamphlets. I think they mentioned it during that debriefing in Virginia. The guy giving the re-adjustment seminar had said that 20 seconds would be the absolute maximum of a person’s attention span, when it came to talking to you about your Peace Corps experience. He said basically, that you would have only 20 seconds to sum up the experience of a lifetime of events that you experienced over there. Everyone wants to hear all about it. They want to hear what you have to say. But no one’s got that kind of time. I mean com’on.