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just thinking about stuff, on this lovely sunday morning we're having. I am enjoying this weather so much, but i'm also very sad that we don't have snow yet. I want to learn how to snowboard and go tubing with friends. I want to go swinging so badly because of this weather.
I watched Dazed and Confused the other day and it made me feel anxious about the arrival of the last day of high school and the first day of summer break. I actually want to go to the beach and go swimming, and i hate the beach (for the most part). I only say i hate the beach for the same reason I didn't like skiing when i went up north with my family. The reason is that with skiing (or snowboarding I would imagine), there is so much before and after. You have to get up, layer on the clothes, make sure you dont forget the goggles and handwarmers, drive to the mountain, find a spot to get your shit together, get onto the chairlift. With the beach, you have to get up, get on the swimsuit, make sure you have the SPF in the beachbag, drive bumper to bumper in humidity, get to the beach and find a vacant area, burn your feet on sand, get a sunburn, tangle your hair in ocean water, pick a fight with a seagull, pick up all your shit and make sure none of the trash you left is peeking up from under the sand where you buried it, then drive home in a sandy bathingsuit with a sunburn.
I guess standing on top of that mountain when you get off the chairlift, looking out at those huge mountains, feeling so miniscule in the whole scope of things around you, makes it worth it. The feeling of the wind whipping across your face because you forgot the goggles afterall, and your hands freezing because the handwarmers are sitting on the kitchen counter, makes you remember why you wanted to do this in the first place. When you're lying on the beach with the sun on your skin and you get the chills from the change in temperature, or you are about to charge at the water and you look out at the huge ocean and think of all the things that live in it and how you've been scared of it for so long for, what seems like, no apparent reason in this moment.
nostalgia is something, eh?
I watched Dazed and Confused the other day and it made me feel anxious about the arrival of the last day of high school and the first day of summer break. I actually want to go to the beach and go swimming, and i hate the beach (for the most part). I only say i hate the beach for the same reason I didn't like skiing when i went up north with my family. The reason is that with skiing (or snowboarding I would imagine), there is so much before and after. You have to get up, layer on the clothes, make sure you dont forget the goggles and handwarmers, drive to the mountain, find a spot to get your shit together, get onto the chairlift. With the beach, you have to get up, get on the swimsuit, make sure you have the SPF in the beachbag, drive bumper to bumper in humidity, get to the beach and find a vacant area, burn your feet on sand, get a sunburn, tangle your hair in ocean water, pick a fight with a seagull, pick up all your shit and make sure none of the trash you left is peeking up from under the sand where you buried it, then drive home in a sandy bathingsuit with a sunburn.
I guess standing on top of that mountain when you get off the chairlift, looking out at those huge mountains, feeling so miniscule in the whole scope of things around you, makes it worth it. The feeling of the wind whipping across your face because you forgot the goggles afterall, and your hands freezing because the handwarmers are sitting on the kitchen counter, makes you remember why you wanted to do this in the first place. When you're lying on the beach with the sun on your skin and you get the chills from the change in temperature, or you are about to charge at the water and you look out at the huge ocean and think of all the things that live in it and how you've been scared of it for so long for, what seems like, no apparent reason in this moment.
nostalgia is something, eh?