Hello...is there anybody out there?
I need it to be the Monster Truck winter season.
Let me explain.
Monster Trucks clear my head. When I'm at a show, I really couldn't give a damn about anything else in the world. All I care about is that the man (or woman) driving the truck on the floor in front of me is going bonkers with the throttle. It's a hell of a release. During the winter season, I have 2...3...last year 4 shows in a matter of weeks. It's fun. It keeps me from work. It keeps me entertained. It keeps me level headed. I'm at peace. And I'm not thinking. And that, believe it or not (you probably do), is a good thing.
I had initially thought that this term, for various reasons, would allow me to not be thinking about girls all the time. And instead, I'm thinking about them more, for whatever reason. I gotta stop. It doesn't do anything but make me frustrated, and I know that there's ways to end that frustration, but if you know me well you know that I'll never take those routes.
People used to joke that Monster Trucks were my replacement for a girlfriend. They've never been a replacement. They're more of a anesthetic. They numb my brain to the point where I'm only focused on them. Some people drown their sorrows in alcohol; I burn that alcohol as race fuel and let the machines it powers take me to a more lucid place. Yes, I considered the dirt-covered floor of the Hartford Civic Center lucid. You should, too.
Alas, this is only mindless ranting in front of a crowd of no one...
Let me explain.
Monster Trucks clear my head. When I'm at a show, I really couldn't give a damn about anything else in the world. All I care about is that the man (or woman) driving the truck on the floor in front of me is going bonkers with the throttle. It's a hell of a release. During the winter season, I have 2...3...last year 4 shows in a matter of weeks. It's fun. It keeps me from work. It keeps me entertained. It keeps me level headed. I'm at peace. And I'm not thinking. And that, believe it or not (you probably do), is a good thing.
I had initially thought that this term, for various reasons, would allow me to not be thinking about girls all the time. And instead, I'm thinking about them more, for whatever reason. I gotta stop. It doesn't do anything but make me frustrated, and I know that there's ways to end that frustration, but if you know me well you know that I'll never take those routes.
People used to joke that Monster Trucks were my replacement for a girlfriend. They've never been a replacement. They're more of a anesthetic. They numb my brain to the point where I'm only focused on them. Some people drown their sorrows in alcohol; I burn that alcohol as race fuel and let the machines it powers take me to a more lucid place. Yes, I considered the dirt-covered floor of the Hartford Civic Center lucid. You should, too.
Alas, this is only mindless ranting in front of a crowd of no one...