because i am in the mood...
I am reposting an old entry, as i am in a brandon sort of mood...
also im in a mind frame when im happy about everything, not mentally unstabley happy happy happy, just happy and content.
my "adventures" are, as a rule, never adventures... theyre just sort of happennings that help pass dull days... then something to think of, which will at the most make me smile... but the other day, oddly enough i had an adventure. the "little beach hike" taken by brandon and myself ended up being a 20 mile trek to the border of maine... complete with bloody legs, torn and blistered feet, hunger, thirst, etc... looking back, we could have easily died at least twice... not even counting getting hit by a car. i still have that map... whose note of "map not to proportion" we saw 20 miles after we should have... i still have the tattoo... i still have the sore foot and the lumps from the massive bug bites we got in the marshlands in rye... rye is positively the largest coastal small town on earth. i smile at the fact that after walking 15 miles, we were dragging our dirty bloody feet on the side of a road when a RED-BULL truck practically hit us... only to have the driver ask us "Do you need some ENERGY!?" and give us RED BULLs. i still cant believe we hitch hiked with two kids who, although very nice, were also very drunk. and i cant believe even more that that wasnt our last instance of hitch hiking... this time with old drunk lesbians... one of which had recently gotten out of 9 days in a maximum security prison... and in between references to PAY IT FORWARD and good deeds upon others, jokes of cutting us into itty bitty peices and throwing us into the marshes were made.... and its still funny... that after 20 miles of walking, 20 miles of riding in cars with strangers, we came back to an amazing hampton night... with a hole in the clouds... before midnight... it was transcendental... to sir on the cool sands, and rest out legs under the stars... with the surf roaring and breeze blowing... as teens smoked down by the water, or played foot ball... and to sit there and talk and revel in the epiphanies that such a night can have... that everything works out. that at 11pm, when you find yourself in a strange city after hours and hours of blisters and bugs, road races, rain, trash bag rain protection, 20 miles off of only 2 hot dogs and gatorade, swimming in cold cold water just to cool down, washing in a run off pipe, after walking all day... and deciding to walk back all night, just to avoid a dreamless night on a cold evening with only a longsleeve tee... that after a THOROUGHLY bad idea and a 20 mile hike in sandles or bare feet... the night ended better than we couldve imagined, that before midnight we would find ourselves once again on the sands of hampton beach... drinking smoothies and smoking peach flavored cigars...alive and safe... and HAPPY!!! forgetting our feet and legs and drenched and dirty clothes, we were laughing at it all, hysterically, and looking for non existing words to describe it all... and in the back ground... that hippie kid playing that guster song... it was like a movie... a bit funny how in a way, brandon and my summer ended on the same beach it started on... down to the parking spot. and the whole experience... like brandon said... just showed that everything works out. and thats such a cliched statement... but it just hit me hard that night... that even when its at its worst, even when it seems that at the very best... theres a very very unpleasant walk ahead... in the end... itll all be fine.. it all works out in the end... in the most amazing, awwing, sublime ways... and i dont know, this seems so cliche... but its just that when we were sitting on the beach, with the beach combers driving by... laughing and talking... it was so obvious that if we let the situation completely destroy us, if we were walking in absolute misery beyond our jokes... if we let ourselves get brought down by hurt feet, or simple mistakes... we wouldnt have had the awesome ending to that night... instead of sitting in a sort of still speachless euphoria... we'd be sitting there all pissed off... well aware of our pains and dwelling on them... and im just happy thats not what happened... so if nothing else... our little hike just went to show that its hard as it might be, in the end life will turn out fine, in fact better than we expect when we're in our worst moments... and knowing that... its easier to deal with the situations and dramas of life... that in the end... as hard, or confusing, or painful, or complicated the beginning of a day is... in the end, itll just be something to smile about and be happy that it did in fact work out...that in the end... the best nights are worth the long days
and the tattoo on my back will remind me of that... it had meaning to me before... but after it all... after the walking, the joking, the epiphanies... it means even more... and i was worried that id regret getting it the second i did, but i dont... im very happy that i got it...
also im in a mind frame when im happy about everything, not mentally unstabley happy happy happy, just happy and content.
my "adventures" are, as a rule, never adventures... theyre just sort of happennings that help pass dull days... then something to think of, which will at the most make me smile... but the other day, oddly enough i had an adventure. the "little beach hike" taken by brandon and myself ended up being a 20 mile trek to the border of maine... complete with bloody legs, torn and blistered feet, hunger, thirst, etc... looking back, we could have easily died at least twice... not even counting getting hit by a car. i still have that map... whose note of "map not to proportion" we saw 20 miles after we should have... i still have the tattoo... i still have the sore foot and the lumps from the massive bug bites we got in the marshlands in rye... rye is positively the largest coastal small town on earth. i smile at the fact that after walking 15 miles, we were dragging our dirty bloody feet on the side of a road when a RED-BULL truck practically hit us... only to have the driver ask us "Do you need some ENERGY!?" and give us RED BULLs. i still cant believe we hitch hiked with two kids who, although very nice, were also very drunk. and i cant believe even more that that wasnt our last instance of hitch hiking... this time with old drunk lesbians... one of which had recently gotten out of 9 days in a maximum security prison... and in between references to PAY IT FORWARD and good deeds upon others, jokes of cutting us into itty bitty peices and throwing us into the marshes were made.... and its still funny... that after 20 miles of walking, 20 miles of riding in cars with strangers, we came back to an amazing hampton night... with a hole in the clouds... before midnight... it was transcendental... to sir on the cool sands, and rest out legs under the stars... with the surf roaring and breeze blowing... as teens smoked down by the water, or played foot ball... and to sit there and talk and revel in the epiphanies that such a night can have... that everything works out. that at 11pm, when you find yourself in a strange city after hours and hours of blisters and bugs, road races, rain, trash bag rain protection, 20 miles off of only 2 hot dogs and gatorade, swimming in cold cold water just to cool down, washing in a run off pipe, after walking all day... and deciding to walk back all night, just to avoid a dreamless night on a cold evening with only a longsleeve tee... that after a THOROUGHLY bad idea and a 20 mile hike in sandles or bare feet... the night ended better than we couldve imagined, that before midnight we would find ourselves once again on the sands of hampton beach... drinking smoothies and smoking peach flavored cigars...alive and safe... and HAPPY!!! forgetting our feet and legs and drenched and dirty clothes, we were laughing at it all, hysterically, and looking for non existing words to describe it all... and in the back ground... that hippie kid playing that guster song... it was like a movie... a bit funny how in a way, brandon and my summer ended on the same beach it started on... down to the parking spot. and the whole experience... like brandon said... just showed that everything works out. and thats such a cliched statement... but it just hit me hard that night... that even when its at its worst, even when it seems that at the very best... theres a very very unpleasant walk ahead... in the end... itll all be fine.. it all works out in the end... in the most amazing, awwing, sublime ways... and i dont know, this seems so cliche... but its just that when we were sitting on the beach, with the beach combers driving by... laughing and talking... it was so obvious that if we let the situation completely destroy us, if we were walking in absolute misery beyond our jokes... if we let ourselves get brought down by hurt feet, or simple mistakes... we wouldnt have had the awesome ending to that night... instead of sitting in a sort of still speachless euphoria... we'd be sitting there all pissed off... well aware of our pains and dwelling on them... and im just happy thats not what happened... so if nothing else... our little hike just went to show that its hard as it might be, in the end life will turn out fine, in fact better than we expect when we're in our worst moments... and knowing that... its easier to deal with the situations and dramas of life... that in the end... as hard, or confusing, or painful, or complicated the beginning of a day is... in the end, itll just be something to smile about and be happy that it did in fact work out...that in the end... the best nights are worth the long days
and the tattoo on my back will remind me of that... it had meaning to me before... but after it all... after the walking, the joking, the epiphanies... it means even more... and i was worried that id regret getting it the second i did, but i dont... im very happy that i got it...