This is my first none story post in some time.
Things change. Things change a lot. Things can change very quickly.
Like right now, my head is throbbing, my body is sore and tired and I'm out of money.
Tomorrow? None of those things will change probably. But in two, three days?! Some of them might!
Nonsense, but the point it valid.
Nov 25th life took it's first twist after awhile.
Jan. 22nd I was thrown into a new direction.
Long story short. My life was thrown into an odd turn of events last fall. Being punched in the face by my best friend, drinking heavier than I ever have in my life time ( and will ever. I won't do that again, you people who see my drink now should have seem me in September). Either way, the past. Ugly. It threw me into a place I've never been before. I lost a lot of friends, I lost respect, well, I flat out lost a lot of things.
Yet in light of losing things, you gain new ones. You gain perspective, and lessons.
So the dates? Nov 25th is a night at Shorty's I met Kicks. I know that sounds weird as being kind of important, but meeting him, and becoming friends with him introduced me into a new group of friends, drinking and the likes, separated from the rest of my life. Heading to Shorty's by myself, and making new friends, and frequently ending the night at his apartment was the first big shift from my previous self destructive nature. It was the first time in awhile I had a lot of fun, the way I like to have it. In a way he introduced me to a new lifestyle, one I love dearly. In certain ways, that man is my hero. Meeting Kicks has changed the way I look at things depending on the light. I owe him a beer, and another for his loss. He jump started me back to my old self, when I had forgotten it.
The second date, Jan. 22nd. I met Caroline. Now, that sounds even stranger saying that meeting her threw my life into a new direction. It wasn't directly her, however, the people I've met and the stories I have because she offered me to play "Lady vs Tranny" the first time I sat down at the Funhouse bar. Signing up to some forum, making a some great new friends. Breaking her leg at bowling, and the stories of that night/the next morning..! Hell..Punk rock bowling! Meeting Chris the first time at bowling, and us realizing we were both at the same show 9 months prior in Portland, and met each other. Meeting Cameron. Period needed. Anyone who greets me unexpectedly (to me) with a power drill in one hand, tambourine in the other, condom in mouth, with barely any clothes on, is my kind of friend. The times at the Funhouse. Numbers on my arm, punches in my face, random texts, playing footsie, having sex with people I shouldn't have (Sloppy seconds..?!) Drama! Zoo trips! Pictures! Pillow Fights! Alcohol! Most of those things wouldn't of happened (alcohol being the main exception) if I hadn't met Caroline. She was the one who literally dragged me into this group of friends, I probably wouldn't of met otherwise. I owe her a drink (and a few more still because of her leg)
I have no humorous story for this post. So why are you fucks still reading? You're used to my drunk stories at this point. I do this from time to time. I promise you I'm not sober.
It's amazing thinking how different things were 7 months ago. I'm so happy things are where they are now. I'm thrilled things went sour months ago because now, they're better than they were. Who knew some eighteen year old girl could make my life better, by dumping me and making my best friends hate my guts, would make my life better? I sure didn't. I've made amazing friends because life was shit, now life is fucking amazing, because of those friends. I always know things end well in the end. That's why I never really worry about things. Sometimes, things suck for awhile, but I know it will work itself out for the best in the end. It took me a few months, but things worked out, and I can look back on it now and say "Aaron breaking my nose was one of the best things that's ever happened to me". I remember the day I realized that at work, it was a good feeling.
So,in conclusion? Very few people who I speak of will read this. Jimmer most likely, Cameron maybe. But to the rest and fore-mentioned?? Jimmer, Cameron, Kicks, Caroline, Ben, Chris, Knuck, Stranger. Thanks for making life more interesting. Thanks for putting up with my drunk antics. Thanks for giving me stories. I owe you all drinks. (most of you I owe drinks anyways..)
That doesn't mean many of my other friends who helped me through my shit aren't worth mentioning. I love many of these people dearly. My coworkers, old friends, etcetera. These are just some people who made change.
Here's a quote, which I respect, mentioned before, and will always follow. I feel like it really "calls" to me.
"The important thing about drinking is that it is done for pleasure. Then, and then only, the sad fear of alcoholism never rises from its slough to haunt us, and neither our manners nor our digestions can be criticized."
- M.F.K Fisher
Things change. Things change a lot. Things can change very quickly.
Like right now, my head is throbbing, my body is sore and tired and I'm out of money.
Tomorrow? None of those things will change probably. But in two, three days?! Some of them might!
Nonsense, but the point it valid.
Nov 25th life took it's first twist after awhile.
Jan. 22nd I was thrown into a new direction.
Long story short. My life was thrown into an odd turn of events last fall. Being punched in the face by my best friend, drinking heavier than I ever have in my life time ( and will ever. I won't do that again, you people who see my drink now should have seem me in September). Either way, the past. Ugly. It threw me into a place I've never been before. I lost a lot of friends, I lost respect, well, I flat out lost a lot of things.
Yet in light of losing things, you gain new ones. You gain perspective, and lessons.
So the dates? Nov 25th is a night at Shorty's I met Kicks. I know that sounds weird as being kind of important, but meeting him, and becoming friends with him introduced me into a new group of friends, drinking and the likes, separated from the rest of my life. Heading to Shorty's by myself, and making new friends, and frequently ending the night at his apartment was the first big shift from my previous self destructive nature. It was the first time in awhile I had a lot of fun, the way I like to have it. In a way he introduced me to a new lifestyle, one I love dearly. In certain ways, that man is my hero. Meeting Kicks has changed the way I look at things depending on the light. I owe him a beer, and another for his loss. He jump started me back to my old self, when I had forgotten it.
The second date, Jan. 22nd. I met Caroline. Now, that sounds even stranger saying that meeting her threw my life into a new direction. It wasn't directly her, however, the people I've met and the stories I have because she offered me to play "Lady vs Tranny" the first time I sat down at the Funhouse bar. Signing up to some forum, making a some great new friends. Breaking her leg at bowling, and the stories of that night/the next morning..! Hell..Punk rock bowling! Meeting Chris the first time at bowling, and us realizing we were both at the same show 9 months prior in Portland, and met each other. Meeting Cameron. Period needed. Anyone who greets me unexpectedly (to me) with a power drill in one hand, tambourine in the other, condom in mouth, with barely any clothes on, is my kind of friend. The times at the Funhouse. Numbers on my arm, punches in my face, random texts, playing footsie, having sex with people I shouldn't have (Sloppy seconds..?!) Drama! Zoo trips! Pictures! Pillow Fights! Alcohol! Most of those things wouldn't of happened (alcohol being the main exception) if I hadn't met Caroline. She was the one who literally dragged me into this group of friends, I probably wouldn't of met otherwise. I owe her a drink (and a few more still because of her leg)
I have no humorous story for this post. So why are you fucks still reading? You're used to my drunk stories at this point. I do this from time to time. I promise you I'm not sober.
It's amazing thinking how different things were 7 months ago. I'm so happy things are where they are now. I'm thrilled things went sour months ago because now, they're better than they were. Who knew some eighteen year old girl could make my life better, by dumping me and making my best friends hate my guts, would make my life better? I sure didn't. I've made amazing friends because life was shit, now life is fucking amazing, because of those friends. I always know things end well in the end. That's why I never really worry about things. Sometimes, things suck for awhile, but I know it will work itself out for the best in the end. It took me a few months, but things worked out, and I can look back on it now and say "Aaron breaking my nose was one of the best things that's ever happened to me". I remember the day I realized that at work, it was a good feeling.
So,in conclusion? Very few people who I speak of will read this. Jimmer most likely, Cameron maybe. But to the rest and fore-mentioned?? Jimmer, Cameron, Kicks, Caroline, Ben, Chris, Knuck, Stranger. Thanks for making life more interesting. Thanks for putting up with my drunk antics. Thanks for giving me stories. I owe you all drinks. (most of you I owe drinks anyways..)
That doesn't mean many of my other friends who helped me through my shit aren't worth mentioning. I love many of these people dearly. My coworkers, old friends, etcetera. These are just some people who made change.
Here's a quote, which I respect, mentioned before, and will always follow. I feel like it really "calls" to me.
"The important thing about drinking is that it is done for pleasure. Then, and then only, the sad fear of alcoholism never rises from its slough to haunt us, and neither our manners nor our digestions can be criticized."
- M.F.K Fisher
In the end, it's you who did these things. Be happy with that, and know that you can accomplish the same again. And maybe before I leave downtown on Wednesday we can hang out some!