Life as it is...
I just got to my mom's house last night after a long day of shedding quite a few tears. I was thankful to not have to deal with my dad for a while. I spent all of Thursday, Friday and the weekend with him among some of his friends and girlfriend, Chrissy. We all went to the cobourg waterfront festival and there, I bought this amazing painting. I will not even try to describe how great it is, for I would do it no justice. While among the crowds of people there, I observed them closely and realised then who I wanted to be...and simply, that was myself, without having to try. The girl I’ve been searching for, is none other that the girl that I am inside, without all the phoney bullshit and superficial crap. I am so grateful for this realisation and new awareness of myself that I have gained.
Anyway...I spent the next few days camping, just existing with nature and the bare necessities. I had a lot of time to contemplate things. It was great; strengthening me and confirming the urgency to hold onto myself for it is the only thing that will not desert me.
On this road to self-discovery, I met up with some pretty awesome people. They were from Lindsay: these two middle-aged guys (twin brothers) who started chatting with me down at the beach. They offered me a beer and were surprised to hear that I was not yet old enough to drink…hm…. When I had to leave they gave me their campsite number and told me to bring my 'people' over from my camp. Good times. The one guy, Keith, looked like a hippie, was a biker and was just beginning to let his son drink. The kid was hammered. Oh and the other one, Kevin had this son with the craziest blue eyes I’ve ever seen...he kept staring at me with them and every time I blushed, smiled and had to look away. Gosh I’m such a hormonal girl. Later in the night he offered me a hit off his pipe but my dad was there and yea...what can I say. That whole weekend was filled with great times…up until Sunday that is. My dad freaked on me a couple of times for trivial things…ranting and raving for no reason at all. I hate it when he does that…
Anyway…that’s how I spent the past few days…and it was good I guess…
Camping is always good…and partying late into the night with drunk people all around you (making fools of themselves) is even better.
Cheers!!
Anyway...I spent the next few days camping, just existing with nature and the bare necessities. I had a lot of time to contemplate things. It was great; strengthening me and confirming the urgency to hold onto myself for it is the only thing that will not desert me.
On this road to self-discovery, I met up with some pretty awesome people. They were from Lindsay: these two middle-aged guys (twin brothers) who started chatting with me down at the beach. They offered me a beer and were surprised to hear that I was not yet old enough to drink…hm…. When I had to leave they gave me their campsite number and told me to bring my 'people' over from my camp. Good times. The one guy, Keith, looked like a hippie, was a biker and was just beginning to let his son drink. The kid was hammered. Oh and the other one, Kevin had this son with the craziest blue eyes I’ve ever seen...he kept staring at me with them and every time I blushed, smiled and had to look away. Gosh I’m such a hormonal girl. Later in the night he offered me a hit off his pipe but my dad was there and yea...what can I say. That whole weekend was filled with great times…up until Sunday that is. My dad freaked on me a couple of times for trivial things…ranting and raving for no reason at all. I hate it when he does that…
Anyway…that’s how I spent the past few days…and it was good I guess…
Camping is always good…and partying late into the night with drunk people all around you (making fools of themselves) is even better.
Cheers!!