Me, currently. Sri Lanka is a weird place. Beautiful but weird. 1) I wanted to do a Vipassana meditation course and some heavy army ammunition depot blew up close to the house where the course should have taken place. I literally dodged a bullet there. 2) Sitting at the beach, eating my goddamn lunch (crackers n cheese oh yeah) and suddenly this guy stands next to me and starts jerking off!?!? like ???? wtf ??? I wanted to eat my crackers! So, instead, I walked over to him, started screaming really loud and swung my bag against him (full with waterbottles, so it was heavy) and then another guy came and beat that masturbator dude up, together with me. 3) A guy in the hostel had an epileptic seizure. One dude tho was a trained paramedic so I helped him. Other fucking retards tried to hold the seizure guy down. No. NO. You don't - never - hold onto someone who has an epileptic seizure attack. Just make sure that the head is protected (don't hold the goddamn head! use a pillow or anything else to cover sharp edges) and by the love of god never put your finger into the mouth. Watch the clock, if it's longer than 15minutes it's fucking serious and if it's the first ever attack the dude or dudette goes off to the hospital. Always after the first (!) attack. Luckily the guy from the hostel was known to have attacks and is on meds but ... wow. So many young people just have no clue how to react. Do yourselves a favour and visit a first aid/emergency responder course. It could help a family member one day! So ... yeah ... my inner peace atm is like "what you want Dhyana" and I'm like *points up* Hakuna Mathafaka, bitches. Also I really really do like Mr. Glaive. 😁