That's my brother on this photo (no, not the bird). He is a credit derivatives structurer-turned-adventurer. Right now, he is in La Paz and has also recently visited Patagonia and traveled around Bolivia as well. I have eerily little interest in his travels, and I this morning I started wondering why.
Of course, I love my brother and am interested in his life. It's just that talking about long stretches of traveling into awkward territories bores me. I also display minimal enthusiasm to be part of them. This is nothing short of crazy, since everyone loves to travel and everyone loves experiences.
Turns out, not really. I prefer being cooped up at home, reading the Internet or other forms of written word. That sounds horrible and also slightly sad. But that is what I really enjoy; I love learning about new things, and more than that, I enjoy finding out about unexpected connections between stuff that I already. Making new knowledge discoveries - that's something I could do all day.
So I guess both me and my brother are exploring new territories. It's just that mine are invisible.
Not sure if that's supposed to make me feel better, but it did.
