So much. There’s so much potential in the ambiguity of these spaces. It makes you feel new.
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One time I went to a conference at a hotel with like 12 stories and they put me on the first floor. I was so upset.
I’ve never once stayed on the first floor of a hotel. I don’t know why.
Limbo is more desirable when your mortal realm strongly resembles Hell.
Damn good skit!
Reminds me of…
https://thenamelessmod.fandom.com/wiki/Foon
Old mod for Deus Ex… you can use ‘foons’ (sporks) as… basically the shittiest throwing knives imaginable.
I never understand when people complain about work travel, because hotels are so enjoyable to me. Like I get wanting to stay home because you’ve got things going on there that make you happy. But if you have to be away, why not go to a magical place that has none of your stuff. What color will the walls be? What will be the pattern on the bedspread? What will it smell like?
All of these answers will be surprises, and none of them will be unpleasant. You were consulted on none of this. It’s all new. I love it.
I fully relate, I adore “strange experiences” and hotels can absolutely provide that.
People look at me like I’m strange for loving airports. I’ve been to so many, all around the world, and it’s always this constant, always this focused energy and constrained anticipation, everyone, everywhere scrambling to this fantastic act that we do with casual ease, flying across the world and we treat it with such outward indifference, but you see it in almost everyone’s eyes, as soon as the plane starts to move, people’s masks fall and you see either the fear or excitement, the glances out the windows, the building intensity, the sudden launch into the sky as we all collectively break the apparent rules of nature and do something fantastic.
It never gets old.
YES. Even just waiting for my flight, there’s this pleasant mix of tension and purpose. And I’m not relaxed, per se, but it’s one of the few times in my life when I don’t have a nagging feeling that there’s something else I should be doing.
I’ve just got everything I need, and I’m waiting for something amazing. It’s perfect.
I’ve just got everything I need, and I’m waiting for something amazing
This, it’s a feeling of weird freedom… you’re packed and have your most essential things and you’re leaving the bounds of Earth.
I’ve nailed it a few times but I love falling asleep before cruising altitude and waking up at landing. Feels like I just teleported a thousand miles.
Could be that, or it could be I don’t like having to work
I feel like maybe there’s a better instance for that community but I can’t put my finger on it
Ah i remember there being an instance but when I searched i just got a list of communities so I didn’t think it was still around. Good news
TV channels with the wrong numbers. Jeopardy on at 7:30 instead of 7:00.
Enough to drive one to the bleeding edge of madness
Yes, the post describes it very well. I don’t/can’t go on vacations very often, but apart from walking outside, I really like chilling in the hotel/hostel. It’s so peaceful and calming. Serene
This neighbors on the feeling of “I shouldn’t be here, but I am”
My parents worked at the same place for awhile as a kid. My mom worked days and my dad worked nights. I was too young to be left alone at home so my mom would take me in to work, they’d have shift change, and then my dad would take me home. They thought I was sitting in the breakroom watching TV but occasionally I’d go wander through the administrative offices. It was late enough that nobody was working in that part of the building so I’d go wander. I wouldn’t touch a thing (except for the candy bowls some desks had) but the feeling of “nobody knows you’re here” plus “you’re not supposed to be here” plus “nobody may EVER know” resulted in a tingle throughout my whole body.
Thats cool, they’re very adultey-orientated spaces, too.
I’ve never had an experience like ths but i can imagibe the ‘i dont belong here’ vibe
I just call that feeling living.
That feeling when you first walk into your room, and the door closes behind you with a mechanical clunk, and you realise you are totally alone.
It’s like living in The Stanley Parable
All of these reasons are why I hate hotels. There is just nothing in there that feels like a home.
I wouldn’t want to stay in one for long, but passing through that kind of place can be pretty refreshing, at least for me.
If you stay in one too long it becomes your space and you know the staff. Ruins the vibe.
Road trips where every night is in a different hotel/B&B at dozens to hundreds kilometers apart are so great, reaching them like checkpoints, comparing them on every aspect but finally just staying from 22h to 8h, as a refreshing moment of washing, sleeping, until a new long day of discovery is coming.
Yes! Hard same!
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