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Travel is For the Weak — And I’m Frail
We are angry because we are overly optimistic, insufficiently prepared for the frustrations endemic to existence. A man who screams every time he loses his keys or is turned away at an airport is evincing a touching but recklessly naïve belief in a world in which keys never go astray and our travel plans are invariably assured. — Alain de Botton, A Week at the Airport
By Craig Wiroll — the worse half of the TravelTwerps
Recently, everyone’s favorite pretentious puffball, the New Yorker, published a piece entitled, “The Case Against Travel” by Agnes Callard (philosopher/writer/clown).
As someone who is in the middle of quitting their job with hopes of traveling worldwide for the next year (or more?!) — the title alone irked me in the exact, SEO-optimized, way it was meant to.
But it also got me into defensive mode — excited to justify why I actively choose to move my physical body from place-to-place.
In a world that becomes easier every day to remain stagnant — with VR headsets allowing us to visit seven continents…
