MotoGP and other dormant desires
It used to be that I'd sit in front of my computer, watching the stream of the MotoGP in all its technical failures with a drink in one hand and in the other a huge cloud of anger and depression that I wasn't seeing it in person. I've been known to throw things at the computer when the cameras go blank for a second, smoke inside the house on that occasion only (didn't want to miss anything) and for steadily getting a little more loud as my alcohol consumption kicks into high gear throughout the race. Silly I know....especially since I could save myself the heartache and order SpeedTV but I don't for some reason - probably because I wouldn't watch much of anything else ever. 2 years ago I had tickets for Laguna, but ended up getting distracted by a boy and staying in all weekend, and while in retrospect, I should've just gone to Laguna and saved myself drama - it wasn't a terrible way to miss the races.
Last year I had general admission tickets, and no camping passes. And I also had a work emergency. It turns out that it is very difficult to find someone who's willing to NOT camp or hotel there and come home instead....
This year, I didn't buy anything. No camping passes, no tickets. I'm not sitting in front of my computer all weekend - I'm having hellday at work today and hopefully having some great coffee tomorrow (looking at you pointedly) and staying away from the races altogether, despite having the chance for excellent tickets, pit passes, camping and motorcycles...... I guess in the end, the truth of the matter is the MotoGP has become just another thing in my head that can fall by the wayside because while I still think it'd be amazing to go, next to the other things I long to do it fades pretty quickly. It's amazing what a gigantic catalyst jumping out of an airplane was for me - it certainly has changed a lot of things in my brain. Now I want to do things like that over and over or travel to new places, or spend more time with those that really matter to me and watching motorcyclists go round and round in spite of how good they are, just isn't as exciting anymore as it once would've been. Nothin like getting on a ship, train or plane, jumping from high places or sharing secrets with loves.
odd that. cool, but odd.
Last year I had general admission tickets, and no camping passes. And I also had a work emergency. It turns out that it is very difficult to find someone who's willing to NOT camp or hotel there and come home instead....
This year, I didn't buy anything. No camping passes, no tickets. I'm not sitting in front of my computer all weekend - I'm having hellday at work today and hopefully having some great coffee tomorrow (looking at you pointedly) and staying away from the races altogether, despite having the chance for excellent tickets, pit passes, camping and motorcycles...... I guess in the end, the truth of the matter is the MotoGP has become just another thing in my head that can fall by the wayside because while I still think it'd be amazing to go, next to the other things I long to do it fades pretty quickly. It's amazing what a gigantic catalyst jumping out of an airplane was for me - it certainly has changed a lot of things in my brain. Now I want to do things like that over and over or travel to new places, or spend more time with those that really matter to me and watching motorcyclists go round and round in spite of how good they are, just isn't as exciting anymore as it once would've been. Nothin like getting on a ship, train or plane, jumping from high places or sharing secrets with loves.
odd that. cool, but odd.