VACATION GRUMPASAURUS.
Vacation makes me a grumpasaurus rex. It doesn’t agree with me to do nothing, or to race around to do 10,000 activities (boat rides, house tours, snorkeling, etc.) when I’m supposed to be “relaxing.” I’m constantly confused as to what level of participation is expected of me, so today I just gave up. I’m simply out of my depth as far as normal human interaction in white-sand locales.
I’m going to start a “vacation” hotel where you just stay there and it’s quiet and there’s food and a bar in your room and you can just read books and nobody bothers you ever.
