Let Jet Lag Fuck You Up
That’s essentially the message of this wonderful, surprising little article from the Boston Globe, by writer James Parker. Is he a Buddhist? A yogi? He must be:
(Jet lag) reminds us not just that we have bodies, but that we are bodies. Flout the time zones and you will feel unusual. You may even feel depressed, as gravity reasserts its claim upon your person. But so what? Be the depression. Lay aside the melatonin. Sweet hamster, forgo that Viagra. Don’t, please, start rising like a monk in the predawn hours, fours days before your trip.
And this:
Because really, if you’re not lagged to a standstill, how can you tell that you’ve gone somewhere? This is, in a phrase I intend to copyright, “the wisdom of jet lag.”
Do yourself a favor and read the article – especially if you’re traveling anytime soon. It’s lovely, and a very quick read.
