Day 8 - A little early for a senior moment.

So, the first time I travelled to Japan it was fairly uneventful in many respects - other than the absolute horror of the stress I was feeling and the 17 hour flight - which I did not sleep a wink through. Seriously. I was awake the whole time. This was not a good thing. I learned many things in Japan and one of them was that no matter what your mental or emotional state it is easy to sleep on public transportation.

I have now developed an almost unnatural ability to sleep in any mode of transport - where I am not driving. This is fine in Japan - mostly nothing will happen to you. But now that I am not in Japan it is not cool! I am going to work on that! I need to for my own protection.

Anyway, I guess you are wondering why I am talking about sleeping - well I'm not! I'm talking about Jet Lag - which, after the heat and unbearable humidity was the third thing I felt in a big way in Japan. I fell asleep about two hours after I landed and I don't think I really woke up until 9 months later.

My first month in Japan was hectic but I was given a couple of days holiday to scout my local area and get my bearings but because I'm a coward I thought I would just stay home and read the only English book I had brought with me and relax a bit. Honestly, this was probably a good idea as I needed the sleep but looking back I remonstrate that I should have been a little more sociable and adventurous.

9 months later - my parents came to visit and we travelled around Japan. I thought I should take with me the only English book I had brought with me to Japan and lamented that I hadn't had the time to read it yet. 

In a ryokan in Hiroshima, I got to the last chapter of the book and suddenly realised I knew how the book was about to end. I suddenly realised that I had read this book before and that it had been only 9 months earlier. I suddenly woke up.

Honestly, the first 9 months are sketchy at best and after that I remember a lot more. That is what truly bad Jet Lag can do to you.

So, the point of my story and how it relates to yaoi? In an earlier post I said I was looking forward to Little Butterfly because I hadn't actually read it yet but I had! I just didn't remember until the end of volume 3. I really should have known better. When I first started to get into yaoi I would find an author I liked and then try to read all of the scanlated work available on line and if possible download a file copy to keep on my hard drive. (I think this is to do with my collecting personality - I need to look into that aspect of myself more.) Takanaga Hinako was certainly no exception - why would she be? I have read all her works - I think?

So, that was my senior moment. I have read so much yaoi, and over so many years, that I have started to forget and must start all over again. Oh, well....
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