Saturday, February 09, 2008

One Year Later

Well, it's been almost a year since my last post. I just read the last post and it gave me some great advice. Weird. Like I had an understanding of what I WAS supposed to be doing with my life and then I lost it.

Here I go again. This time I am not feeling nearly as bad as last time but I am feeling a bit down. I am trying to get used to the Idea of uncertainty. It is a weird concept. The Idea that no matter what you think will happen in the future it may change. When you make plan they are just loose guidelines. In a period as short as 6 months you can go from having the best time in your life to wondering what happened. In that amount of time you can go from being a happy and healthy individual to a slightly confused and bummed out wreak.

I am the type of person who looks at every angle of something and tries to make a decision that will cover ever outcome. When you are trying to do that with things as organic as relationships it never works the way you want. The hardest thing to do is to step back and NOT try to cover your bases. No amount of tactical planning can prepare you for human interaction. Ask George W about his plan to democratise Iraq. It never works.

So what will you do? That is the only thing you can control. Stop making decisions with the intent control the outcome. Make decisions with the intent to get what you want. Decide your plan of action to help yourself.

Think about YOU.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Road to Recovery

Well, I am still trying to get over some shit. I know, It's been months just get over it. I wish I wasn't this soft. I wish I could have dropped the whole situation and walked away unscathed.

However, If I did that. I think I would miss the point. I would miss why bad shit happens to us all. This is my opinion so take it or leave it. Bad shit happens so we can learn from it. I have had some pretty rough shit happen to me. I am not referring to the break up. I am talking about deaths of close relatives and friends. Moving to a small town and leaving all my friends behind. I am talking about getting myself into a financial hole and clawing my way out. The possibility of not finishing school because I hate the course. I am talking about having things important to me stolen when I couldn't afford to replace them (BMX, a couple of skateboards ect ect). Ok, and yes I am even talking about my breakup with my long term live in girlfriend. The point is, I have never been the kind of person that can just drop anything. In some cases it's a terrible habit (i.e. I sometimes can't drop an argument). In others it prolongs the pain of something for along time. For me personally I can never stop thinking about something until I learn the lesson that I was supposed to get from it. Until I am very crystal clear on what I got from that event.

I can feel myself getting closer to relief from the most recent event. In any case, I do not think about it everyday. I have learned so much from it. When I can clearly remember every lesson from it then I will be over it. This one thing had so many different things to take from it. I don't want to lose any of it.

When my cousin died I felt closer to everyone I knew. I let everyone I knew know I loved them. I did it all the time. After awhile when things got easier to deal with I didn't do it as much. When I think of It I remember that If I don't do it. I may regret it. The last thing I said to my cousin was "see you next week". I knew he was sick, I knew he was in bad shape. Chad died a week after his 18th birthday and I was 17. He died and I never told him how much he meant to me. I never told him that because my brother was handicapped and couldn't do stuff with me. That he was the brother that my brother couldn't be. I never told Chad I loved him. Before he died I never even thought that I would miss him if he were gone.

Reality bites. After he died I spent a couple of years in a bad place. During this time I had to move with my family to Ponoka. My parents got a new job together but it meant we had to move. At this point I was giving up on life. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to make new friends. I hated everything. Why? I refused to take anything good from Chad's death. I just wanted him back. I just wanted the whole thing to be undone. It was actually my dad who snapped me out of it. I remember working with our horses and I was pissed off about the whole thing all over again. I was angry, crying and bitching to him about the whole thing. This was at least a full year later if not more. I hadn't even started to deal with it. My dad just freaked, it's funny cause I don't even remember what he said. Something along the lines of 'it happens to us all', 'do you want it to ruin you? Do you think Chad would want it to ruin your life?'.

It was just after that the word introspective became really important to me. Thinking about how you really feel. Not lying to yourself. I just kept telling myself that it wasn't fair. That Chad was too young to die. Those were lies I told myself everyday. The truth is people die. Plain and simple. If we all got to pick and choose who died THAT wouldn't be fair. I learned a lot from Chad's death. If I could stop if from happening or turn back time I don't know if that would be the right thing. I wish Chad was still here but I would not be who I am today without that. If I could bring him back and not lose the lesson I learned then I would. Which brings me back to the present.

I would not want to take back anything that has happened to me in my life. If I did I would never learn important things about life. I would walk around stuffing my face and buying shit like a large portion of North Americans. Never once stopping to smell the roses, having friends that are only there to make me feel better about my life. Always complaining about how fucked up life is. Blaming God or the Devil for all the crappy experiences I have to endure everyday. Blaming the world for taking things away from me that were never mine to claim. Just being downright ignorant.

Wow, I started writing this little update and it got completely out of control. Lets go back to something I learned from the most recent life lesson.

The biggest thing I have had to do is become and individual again. I for along time was part of a two headed monster. I didn't think for myself. I always wondered if I was making the other head happy. I wondered what I could do to not piss off my other head. When someone would call to hang out, I always worried that my other head would get upset that I left it alone. It seemed like my other head needed me so much that I felt I had to be there all the time. So I did. I chilled with my other head all the time. So much in fact that I got sick of my other head and it got sick of me. The other head and I would fight about everything. Not because we didn't love each other, but because we got sick of being a two headed monster. The other head needed to get it's own life. I needed to get my life back too.

You'd be surprised how you are blind to this stuff when it is happening to you. How easy it is to lose who you are and become someone your not. I've seen it happen to so many people. I always thought it was stupid when they did it. Like when you knew someone and you saw them all the time. Then one day you don't see them hanging around anymore. You call to ask why, and they say they just don't want to come out. Lame..... so and so's got a new friend and they aren't going to come out anymore. I always thought that those people were just weak or something. I could never figure them out. Well I became that guy. It is easy to get sucked into something to the point where nothing else matters. It is easy to make excuses not to go out with your friends when you have someone else to go home to. Sometimes it is hard to leave that other person alone because you worry that you may hurt there feelings. Sometimes they even want you to go, but are selfish and don't want to be alone.

All of this caused that relashionship to become terminal. It was all a recipe for disaster. My new life lesson. An oldie but a goodie. Be yourself. I was told this by many people by many mediums. You get told this a lot when you are young. I used to think I was all for peer pressure. Like you should be yourself and not try to act different to be popular. I am not worried about that these days as it does not pertain to my life anymore. I am not trying to win any popularity contests. I don't really care what other people think of me. But there also was another meaning. It seems like a simple concept but it is deeper than I thought. Not being yourself is bad for you. It's the same as being honest with yourself and with what you want. If you do everything to make someone else happy you risk not being happy yourself. If you are not happy then others won't be happy with you. Eventually other people wont want to be around you anymore. In full circle that reason you that you are alone and unhappy, Is because you made it that way. Weird.

I am going to have to look this over when I am not so tired. It's time to go to bed.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Sick of not working

How could this be? I really am.

Occupational therapy is what I now like to call work. Greg my roomate suggested I try Occupational therapy as a way to deal with the shit I went through a couple of months ago. It is exactly what it sounds like. Do stuff to take your mind off other stuff. It works, just do something other that sit an stew about all the dumb shit you normally sit and stew about.

This brings me to how I always seem to get stuff in life just when I need it. This job at ABOE was just one of those things. A good pay check when I really needed one. Plus it makes for a perfect distraction from all the crap I have been dealing with. When I am working I really don't think of much else. I just work. At the end of the day I feel good because I have accomplished something and I made some decent cash. It's not that another job wouldn't have kept me busy, but with this job I have to focus enough on what I am doing that I don't really have time to ponder anything else. If I were at Ridleys, I'm sure that because it is slow right now I would give myself plenty of time to wallow in self pity. Self pity is for suckers. Sometimes I am a sucker.

I have had the last 7 days in a row off. I ran out of Lockboxes because the supplier is a douche bag. In that time I have manged to ride several times and tweak my bike many more times. However, without a fulltime job this week I have also had alot of time by myself doing not much of anything. How am I dealing?? Well good. All this time to think and I only managed to let myself get down once. Pretty good considering a month ago I just couldn't stop feeling sorry for myself.

I want to go back to work.

Learning the new Blogger Features

Well, tonight I am switching to the newer version of Blogger. Sometimes I hate learning how to use stuff again, but this isn't much different. I want to add some pictures to this post as my blog looks pretty boring and impersonal. This is my new ride. Some stuff in the picture doesn't not represent the current build but who cares.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Life always brings me back to Riding

I went riding today. With the intension that I would get a head start this year on trying to get back to my previous level of skill. It was a lot of fun. I almost forgot the high you get when you push yourself into doing something you know you are capable of but are afraid to do. It feels good. I guess my big problem is not so much in getting back my skill or strength, but the fear of crashing or getting hurt.

How did I come to have all this fear of things I know I am capable of doing? I think about that a lot and the only conclusion I can come up with is that I have spent far too long NOT riding all the time. When you ride everyday and ride hard you are always falling always getting up and most of the time trying again. When you fall a lot, you realize a couple of things. One, falling sucks and it hurts. Two, falling is just not as bad as we all make it out to be. I hear people say this and sometimes I even say it. "As we get older falling hurts more and the injuries heal slower". I agree with your injuries healing slower but falling hurts just the same. You are just tougher when you can clearly remember what falling feels like. You know the worst part of a bad fall is the fear you have when you know you are fucked. The impact and pain are all things that you deal with. Fear is the scary part you can never seem to control. FEAR IS THE WORST PART. With that said, why I am afraid of fear? WTF? That doesn't even make sense.

I talk about my bike a lot and here is my reason. When you have a great bike, it helps you gain great confidence. Confidence is the true anti-fear. Because I am not currently confident in my own skills or my ability to control my fear I have purchased confidence. It helps a lot. The first day I rode this year I did a couple of things I wouldn't have thought I'd even try till much later in the season. First day, the bike was a major part of that. I started small and the bike didn't even seem fazed. I went bigger and the bike still never gave me any sign that I was pushing anything. I went as big as I had ever gone at that particular place. Bike just looked at me and said "Is that all you got?". On top of me actually pulling something reasonably big first ride of the year (even if I used the bike as a crutch), I felt my fear of falling mellow a little. Awesome, I am stoked to ride and I hope I get to ride this year a lot. If you know me and you want to ride call me anytime. I will be down to ride unless my bike is broken or I am working.

Thursday, November 16, 2006


It's true. I love to swear. Nothing gives the pain of smashing your own finger with a hammer that sudden relief like saying "Fuck!". It can be used in conjunction with just about any other word or swear to give some extra pizaz. Like instead of saying "sweet bike". You say "that's a fuckin' sweet bike!". Or when you are just plain confused you can just mumble it. The beauty is that nobody else even has to hear it. It still feels good to just let it out. It can't be a bad word because everyone says it. Well just about everyone. Given the right circumstance I think even Mother Theresa would blurt out a little F-Bomb.

Two rules though, it's just not to be said around kids (Not because its bad, but because kids like to repeat things over and over, till everyone is annoyed). Fuck is the last thing you want a kid saying till the cows come home. Second is at work....unless there is no possible way in hell a customer could ever hear it. Once again my reasoning is not because it's bad. I just feel that someone is likely to get offended just so they can complain about it to your superior. Consumers love to bitch, they are just waiting for you to give them a chance.

If you love the word just click 'comments' at the bottom and leave a FUCK for me. If not you can just Fuck Off. Kidding...don't take it so seriously, it's just a word. ;)

Saturday, October 28, 2006

I fell

Well, funny thing is I did a handfull of reasonably difficult trails this year on my Hardtail and Came out of all of it without a scratch. I even had a group of guys on a trail suggest that pads and a fullsuspension would not be a bad Idea for the stuff I was riding. I haven't fallen all season.....well until friday night. I don't get emabarrased very easily, but if my friends would have seen this wipeout. I would never have been able to live it down. Too bad knowone was there. Haha.

I was on my old norco road bike (a bike capable of gnarly speeds) and comming home from a small shindig with the Ridley's family. I made it all the way to my own street which some of you may have noticed is a slight downhill. I love this part of my ride. It's like the cherry on the top when you finally get to the top of the heritage hill. You can really get cooking on my hill, right before you hop the curb and ride up the lawn to my house. Needlees to say I bailed. I got up the curb and got partly off my bike for some reason. In the postion you use when people tell you to get off the bike and walk, but you don't want to. Standing on one pedal with your whole body on one side of the bike coasting. As soon as I went from the pavement to the lawn I knew I was gonna eat dirt. Road bike tires tend not to bite so well on cold dewy grass. Before I knew it I was laying in the grass trying to asses damage and stop laughing at the same time. Wish someone could have been there, they would have enjoyed it.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

About My Blog

I taking my introspective thoughts to the internet. Right now I feel like a lost soul. I just broke up with Chelsey after dating for 4 years. It's over. We are not on bad terms. We plan on staying friends, although it very trying on my emotions. I'm not mad at her and she's not mad at me.

I started this blog a long time ago but never wrote a single post. It's not that I had nothing to say before. I just had nothing interesting to say. Im sure there will be posts that nobody but me will get anything valuable from. The need to share what I am feeling with everyone I know has become hard to contain. I hate being the sad, lonley and always a little bit depressed guy around a group of happy people. I don't like how it brings others down and If you see me you have to know I am trying hard to stay upbeat right now. I am even trying to avoid talking to you about it because I know it gets old when someone whines and complains everytime you talk to them. Problem is a much as I want to feel good about shit I can't escape the pain. Right now ALL I want to do is talk about it.

With that said most of my posts for awile will probably be me babbling introspectively about my problems. Eventually as I get over shit my posts will mostly talk about video games, bikes, technology and most importantly my experiences with my friends.


Well shit. Feelings are a bitch. Dirty unescapable little parisites in your mind. At least the negative shit anyway. Possibly the unfortunate side effect of evolution. Sometimes I wish I had an off switch. It's not that I'd just flip it and everything would be alright. I would just be able to accomplish something then flip the emotions back on after. Sometimes I feel completley imobilized by thoughts. Like I am too busy thinking to direct my attention to a medial task. I am too busy feeling pain. WTF? It's stupid when you are able to look at the situation without the pain. Being very hung over doesn't help much either. Today I accomplished nothing. I'd have to say that the mixture of a hang over and just generally feeling sorry for myself really sucks.

That and LAG on one of my favortie distractions. Gaming. Go figure, I get years of lag free gaming when gaming caused me more problems than good. Then when I really need the soothing distraction of blowing stuff up in virtual worlds my internet connection craps out. Not completely, but just enough to ruin the soothing part of the whole experience.

Back to feelings. Not everything associated with my breakup has been bad. I identified with the movie 'The Break-up' like no movie before in the history of movies. That was funny, just me alone currled up on the couch with the parasite feelings watching a movie about a break up. My movie review goes like this. Vince Vaughn is the man. Nuff said. I think that this movie is his own brainchild and he must have been through a few break ups himself. It's like the whole movie was being pulled straight from my own experience. Funny, if I had watched this movie before I broke up with Chelsey I might have just said it's a good movie. Now I am more inclined to say that this is a Great Movie. Apperently a movie is only as good as how you can Identify with the characters. You learn something new everyday.