ow two
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seriously two days in a row.
you know those little muscles that move your fingers when you type? Oh, you don't? Try climbing two days running and then I bet for sure you'll know them intimately. In fact right this second they're really not enjoying the letter y. Not at all.
Okay I don't want to bore you guys with climbing all the time it's just that I haven't done fuck all lately except climb. Which tends to happen to me when I'm allowed to go climbing. In fact I'm boring everyone I know.
I bored othercat so much that he finally gave in and came climbing with us! Not to mention that I think he liked it. It would be awesome if he did because then my circle of belayers would grow. Hopefully he can convince hot doctor dude to go with him and then my circle grows again.
The nice thing is that i'm firmly entering the inner circle at the gym. Translation? I show up a lot and am therefore worth bothering to talk to. This helps immeasurably when you're trying to figure shit out and you could really use some advice.
Here's the thing, I bore people I know a lot. I'll find something new and fascinating and dive right into it until I grok it and in the meantime that will be the overwhelming majority of my conversational topics.
Ask othercat about when I started drumming regularly (after years of occasionally hitting a drum at festivals) or *shudder* ask him about Pilates. I'm amazed he's still speaking to me after all the rhapsodizing I did. In fact I'm STILL doing it. Eventually he started taking Pilates lessons himself in self defence.
Someone once told me that I have this tendency of diving into something whole hog and then getting sick of it and dropping it. And at the time I accepted this statement as true. But what I've begun to realise is that I only drop shit when it gets boring.
My sister rescued my from this dilemma by reminding me that life is about trying things and that we don't keep every piece of clothing we try on. I'm blessed with such wise people in my life.
So I'm coming to realise that life is sort of like a series of attempts at things. I tried climbing and I love it, I tried fixing my own car and I didn't love it, I tried Pilates and my life changed forever, I tried casual sex and felt icky and so on. Still and all, to not bore my friends would be nice.
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Incidentally I wish I could tell my hit counter to ignore my own IP address.
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Fuck, it's past bedtime again... my eyes are closing and I bet they look like (as mom would say) two pissholes in the snow.
seriously two days in a row.
you know those little muscles that move your fingers when you type? Oh, you don't? Try climbing two days running and then I bet for sure you'll know them intimately. In fact right this second they're really not enjoying the letter y. Not at all.
Okay I don't want to bore you guys with climbing all the time it's just that I haven't done fuck all lately except climb. Which tends to happen to me when I'm allowed to go climbing. In fact I'm boring everyone I know.
I bored othercat so much that he finally gave in and came climbing with us! Not to mention that I think he liked it. It would be awesome if he did because then my circle of belayers would grow. Hopefully he can convince hot doctor dude to go with him and then my circle grows again.
The nice thing is that i'm firmly entering the inner circle at the gym. Translation? I show up a lot and am therefore worth bothering to talk to. This helps immeasurably when you're trying to figure shit out and you could really use some advice.
Here's the thing, I bore people I know a lot. I'll find something new and fascinating and dive right into it until I grok it and in the meantime that will be the overwhelming majority of my conversational topics.
Ask othercat about when I started drumming regularly (after years of occasionally hitting a drum at festivals) or *shudder* ask him about Pilates. I'm amazed he's still speaking to me after all the rhapsodizing I did. In fact I'm STILL doing it. Eventually he started taking Pilates lessons himself in self defence.
Someone once told me that I have this tendency of diving into something whole hog and then getting sick of it and dropping it. And at the time I accepted this statement as true. But what I've begun to realise is that I only drop shit when it gets boring.
My sister rescued my from this dilemma by reminding me that life is about trying things and that we don't keep every piece of clothing we try on. I'm blessed with such wise people in my life.
So I'm coming to realise that life is sort of like a series of attempts at things. I tried climbing and I love it, I tried fixing my own car and I didn't love it, I tried Pilates and my life changed forever, I tried casual sex and felt icky and so on. Still and all, to not bore my friends would be nice.
.
Incidentally I wish I could tell my hit counter to ignore my own IP address.
.
Fuck, it's past bedtime again... my eyes are closing and I bet they look like (as mom would say) two pissholes in the snow.
posted by sassinak | 12:29 AM
10 Comments:
What the hell? Life is a series of attempts at things? Fuck. I had it on GOOD authority that life was like a box of chocolates, except that if it gave you lemons, you should make lemonade, which is kinda hard to do unless life also gives you a juicer, pitcher, sugar and stirring spoon.
Or wasn't life what happens when you sit around waiting for something to happen?
No, I remember now. Life was that cereal that no one wanted to eat until Mikey ate it (even though Mikey eats anything).
To me, life is something simple that we all make much more complicated than it has to be. Either that, or life's a bitch, and then you die.
P.S.
Gotta love a woman who groks.
dzer: heinlein rules man.
also... you're really funny :)
i think though that we do complicate our lives way more than is actually necessary. in fact i feel that in many cases people are the architects of their own misery in some really senseless ways.
My ex boyfriend is something like 40K in the hole right now. And when he incurred most of that debt he was living single in an apartment that cost 900 bucks a month! Not to mention he was making about 85K a year. So now he's sort of addicted to racking up debt and he's stopped working. The guy is going to HAVE to declare bankruptcy because he won't be able to make the interest payments soon... and yet a tiny bit of brain and he'd have 40K IN THE BANK!
Hell when I got in my accident I'd never made mroe than 40k a year and i had something like 12k in a corner for a rainy day. I'm sad I had to spend it but man... imagine the alternative if i hadn't had a cushion? And fairly soon I believe that cushion will start to fill again.
There are many smaller examples, not the least of which are the people who are so focussed on teh negatives that they miss the good things. I did that at summerfolk. There was a 5 minute downpour AS I pulled the pegs from and dropped my tent. So I had a soaked tent in a soaked bag.
What's lame? Two minutes later there was a rainbow and I was so busy sulking about my wet tent I didn't even stop to admire it. I shrugged it off.
How lame is that?
i'm not funny; you just perceive me as funny.
I am a stranger in a strange land.
and all I dare to allow myself to enjoy these days are the small, seemingly insignificant things. everything else just sucks too much.
dzer sometimes you make me really sad. i feel like you've decided life holds no joy or something...
but if you're a stranger... be stranger!
Who says that climbing is boring?
It's not boring at all. I hope your next three posts are all about climbing.
I heard there were three kinds of people in life:
Those that do things
Those that watch people do things
and those that just wonder what needs to be done
i NEVER said climbing was boring... i said that *I* get boring when i get all into something new and you can't shut me up about it for days and days and days.
you're biased... you climb, but i'm glad to know at least someone is interested!
hmmm i'm a cross between one and three! (although i love watching other climbers at the gym...)
two pissholes in the snow?
i just got "elle..you like like shit. go try and get some beauty rest and pray it works darlin".
hmmm
I am the great and mighty DZER.
(pay no attention to the man behind the curtain)
geez elle that's almost as my bad and his supportive comments 'when you were fat you had an ass as wide as an aircraft carrier' ... yeah thanks dad. course this from a man who thinks xena warrior princess is beefy.
all bow down to da dzer!!!
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