(Web) Surfing

Things have been crazy in the lab! I have been so busy with my experiments that I had often come home late at night, feeling absolute exhausted. I am greeting the weekend with open arms after I have had delivered hard-work for merely being slapped in the face by science upon receiving disappointing results. Though, sometimes even the weekends can become a little intimidating here. The high amounts of free time to spend with myself, in the absence of social obligations, can become pretty overwhelming to me. My thoughts are exhausting me! No wonder I have the annoying tendency to talk to everyone around me. I can't stand having to be the listener to my thoughts all day. In the mornings I run in the park, while thinking; noontime I go sightseeing, while thinking; at night I read books and drink wine, while thinking. The reason I went out clubbing here is to flee the presence of me. Dealing with too much time with myself, the subsequent introversion of my extrovert existence, have made me drown in self-reflection and consequently in CH3-CH2-OH containing beverages, to stay in scientific terms. I need a break, a distraction from me! Therefore, the last couple of days I have done some intensive thinking to come up with a potential hobby to keep me busy in weekend times. Surely there must be something to do here in the vibrant Sydney life! I have had googled loads of terms; guitar lessons, singing lessons, dance classes, yoga sessions - It seems like everyone in Australia practices yoga, especially the variant Bikram Yoga in which you perform poses in a heated room appears to be very famous in Sydney. But it all just did not felt compatible with me. I even desperately threw in the search engine the sentence: What to do in Sydney when it's raining, leading to several interesting forums in which the best rain-proof activities were heavily debated, sadly enough, but slighly more saddening for the corresponding websurfers. And it was right there when it had hit me. Websurfers. Why surfing the web if I could be surfing the waves!? I had crooked a childhood like smile when I thought of me, overcoming my shark-phobia, taming the biggest waves of Australia. That should ought to silence my thoughts for a while! Honestly, it could not be just merely coincidence that I have been aspiring a surfer's haircut for the last few years now. This could be my calling! So, eagerly I had found a surf school on the web who's instructors will pick you up at Bondi Beach, take you in their van and drop you off at a very quiet beach (sounds peculiar so far), in order to teach you surfing in a suitable environment, unable to inflict damage to yourself and your surroundings (Ah; No murderer's intention after all). That had sounded perfect!

However, just when I thought that I have had found myself the ultimate distraction for the coming weekend, my crooked smile vanished like snow for the sun when I had checked the weather forecast. Rain all weekend, with potential thunderstorms! I caught myself browsing the depressing rain forums again. Loaded with the knowledge that the only thing I'll be surfing this weekend is the internet, I'd better add a Single Malt to my shopping cart.