My local road...
You know those inconsequential historical things that happen in your town? Like, Chesapeake had Battlefield Boulevard, Cedar Road and Great Bridge. In the macro-history of the US, none of these things mattered. The Americans would have won regardless of the defense of a bridge, and a road used for the transportation of Cedar really doesn't matter. But, for the town, they do. They add character. I used to always make fun of those names, thinking locals had nothing better to offer than some inconsequential war history and a ten foot long "great" bridge. My ways have been changed.
I was smoking a cigarette, and I got to thinking about personal victories. I started thinking about the time I saw this kid CJ, who's like 3 years younger than me or something. He used to kinda...not intimidate in the "he's gonna beat me up" way, just intimidate me in the "I'm going to have to put with verbal alpha-maleage, and don't really want to/wont' be able to deal with it" (i'm more of an Omega-male myself). So, during Junior year, I go down to the bus stop he was at to smoke a cigarette before the bus came, and he comes by. And I look him in the eye. Nothing after that, just eye contact. Small personal victory. Menial even. A victory nonetheless. Construction started on "Eye Contact Blvd." And for whatever reason, it's a pretty high-traffic road. I mean, it gets used a lot. That little bullshit, doesn't really matter move on my behalf did, in fact, matter. Work on widening that road are pending.
Today, I had (or wanted to) drive to Franconia-Springfield to meet a kid off Myspace. I had driven there once with my dad, but not by myself. I'm a recovering Mama's Boy, mind you. And, yes, I slip into remission quite often...well, kinda often. So, I get there, hop the metro, it's really not that big a deal. Hang out with Chris, and go back to F-S. Get there, and I have no fucking clue how to get to I-95, and it's raining. I'm weary of night driving, and petrified of driving in the dark. I have to do both for forty-five minutes. Oh, and i don't know where I'm going. I actually don't freak out. I keep my cool, and granted, it's easy to follow signs to 95...that never keeps me from freaking out. I drive and drive, don't really hydroplane (which i'm prone to doing in small amounts), and make it home safely. So, yes, this sounds like a bullshit thing to be happy about. Making it home safely in standardly bad weather. Hence it being a small personal victory. Construction has begun on Just Doing It High School, and Not Freaking Out Rd.
Such a nice little town I live in. I'm pretty happy to be a citizen (most of the time). The fog of chemical-induced emotion has been lifted for a week, and I can actually see where I'm going now. Not to say the fog was bad, it's just nice to be able to see now.
If you read this far, I don't know if i should be thankful or apologetic.
--Tony.
I was smoking a cigarette, and I got to thinking about personal victories. I started thinking about the time I saw this kid CJ, who's like 3 years younger than me or something. He used to kinda...not intimidate in the "he's gonna beat me up" way, just intimidate me in the "I'm going to have to put with verbal alpha-maleage, and don't really want to/wont' be able to deal with it" (i'm more of an Omega-male myself). So, during Junior year, I go down to the bus stop he was at to smoke a cigarette before the bus came, and he comes by. And I look him in the eye. Nothing after that, just eye contact. Small personal victory. Menial even. A victory nonetheless. Construction started on "Eye Contact Blvd." And for whatever reason, it's a pretty high-traffic road. I mean, it gets used a lot. That little bullshit, doesn't really matter move on my behalf did, in fact, matter. Work on widening that road are pending.
Today, I had (or wanted to) drive to Franconia-Springfield to meet a kid off Myspace. I had driven there once with my dad, but not by myself. I'm a recovering Mama's Boy, mind you. And, yes, I slip into remission quite often...well, kinda often. So, I get there, hop the metro, it's really not that big a deal. Hang out with Chris, and go back to F-S. Get there, and I have no fucking clue how to get to I-95, and it's raining. I'm weary of night driving, and petrified of driving in the dark. I have to do both for forty-five minutes. Oh, and i don't know where I'm going. I actually don't freak out. I keep my cool, and granted, it's easy to follow signs to 95...that never keeps me from freaking out. I drive and drive, don't really hydroplane (which i'm prone to doing in small amounts), and make it home safely. So, yes, this sounds like a bullshit thing to be happy about. Making it home safely in standardly bad weather. Hence it being a small personal victory. Construction has begun on Just Doing It High School, and Not Freaking Out Rd.
Such a nice little town I live in. I'm pretty happy to be a citizen (most of the time). The fog of chemical-induced emotion has been lifted for a week, and I can actually see where I'm going now. Not to say the fog was bad, it's just nice to be able to see now.
If you read this far, I don't know if i should be thankful or apologetic.
--Tony.