Dear God boy, is that your hair?!
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Memorial Day weekend has ended, and I still havent caught any fish. The water up north was still pretty cold, so I don't think it's late enough in the year for the bass to be up in the shallows. Anyhow, it's been almost two years since I've been up north, so it was nice regardless of the crappy weather/lack of fish. All in all, a good weekend.
There are few places as relaxing as my cabin. It's in the small village of Atlanta. Michigan, about 45 minutes west of Alpena. There's not much there, and the people who do live there don't have much. My dad told me that Montmorency county has the highest unemployment rate in the state. Almost everyone there is on welfare. It's kind of refreshing sometimes to go places like that, where life is simple. I read a flyer in the restaurant in town about a girl from Atlanta who is a finalist for the Miss Michigan thing. She said that she needed $450 to enter the pageant but that she was having a lot of trouble getting the money, so she was looking for donations. I felt bad for her. Most of the people who grow up there don't ever get out. They go to high school, some of them drop out, and nobody goes to college. They just grow up there, marry someone from town, and stay there. Hopefully that girl gets to go do her thing.
When you're out fishing in the middle of nowhere, you have a lot of time for thinking. I did a lot of thinking on this trip. Just about my life in general and what I want to make of it. I think I got myself to realize that there is a whole world out there and that I just need to give it a try. I need to get rid of my hesitance to do things. There are lots of things that I want to do but I just never end up doing them. With girls, I have incredibly high standards. Sometimes it gets discouraging because I start to think that i just set them too high for myself. Sometimes I'll see some girl at a party who isn't sloppy and I'll just want to go up and introduce myself, but I don't do it. I start to think things, and I convince myself that a girl like that wouldn't talk to me anyways. There is no real reason for these thoughts - I never have any actual indication that they won't talk to me. And even if they didn't want to talk to me, I doubt that they'd be rude enough to let me know it. But I still chicken out, because in the past the girl ALWAYS ends up with the other guy. It rarely works out the other way around. But I finally understand that if I can convince myself of my own worth then everything else will just fall into place. Until then, it's just going to be one big uphill battle.
Much love to Cottage Inn for developing the Late Nite Special.
There are few places as relaxing as my cabin. It's in the small village of Atlanta. Michigan, about 45 minutes west of Alpena. There's not much there, and the people who do live there don't have much. My dad told me that Montmorency county has the highest unemployment rate in the state. Almost everyone there is on welfare. It's kind of refreshing sometimes to go places like that, where life is simple. I read a flyer in the restaurant in town about a girl from Atlanta who is a finalist for the Miss Michigan thing. She said that she needed $450 to enter the pageant but that she was having a lot of trouble getting the money, so she was looking for donations. I felt bad for her. Most of the people who grow up there don't ever get out. They go to high school, some of them drop out, and nobody goes to college. They just grow up there, marry someone from town, and stay there. Hopefully that girl gets to go do her thing.
When you're out fishing in the middle of nowhere, you have a lot of time for thinking. I did a lot of thinking on this trip. Just about my life in general and what I want to make of it. I think I got myself to realize that there is a whole world out there and that I just need to give it a try. I need to get rid of my hesitance to do things. There are lots of things that I want to do but I just never end up doing them. With girls, I have incredibly high standards. Sometimes it gets discouraging because I start to think that i just set them too high for myself. Sometimes I'll see some girl at a party who isn't sloppy and I'll just want to go up and introduce myself, but I don't do it. I start to think things, and I convince myself that a girl like that wouldn't talk to me anyways. There is no real reason for these thoughts - I never have any actual indication that they won't talk to me. And even if they didn't want to talk to me, I doubt that they'd be rude enough to let me know it. But I still chicken out, because in the past the girl ALWAYS ends up with the other guy. It rarely works out the other way around. But I finally understand that if I can convince myself of my own worth then everything else will just fall into place. Until then, it's just going to be one big uphill battle.
Much love to Cottage Inn for developing the Late Nite Special.