joenobody

2 things:

1) It's not that big of a deal that the fancy Italian place gave me meat ravioli instead of cheese, but when i called beack they told me that i never specified meat or cheese ravioli. ...ummmm.... number 1) yes i did, i've been a vegetarian for 13 years i know the drill by now. number 2) if what they said is right, and i never specified, then they should call me back to say "excuse me, did you want meat ravioli or cheese ravioli?" I'd expect a little more when i'm paying $30 for a meal.

2) I'm doing another fight soon. in 2 weeks, june 14th at connecticut college in new london. I've been going to my jiu-jitsu school for long enough that i've become one of the senior students. 2 1/2 years. this is my second MMA fight. People ask me about my fight and tell me they want to come watch me fight. they have that look in their eye and that silent, attentive, tone of voice you use for people that you respect and/or admire. People support me they believe in me and really want me to do well. and I don't know how to handle it. For my entire life I've been the one that everyone thought was a fuck up. someone who could never do anything right and everyone else laughing. people laughed at me when i started to lift weights. now i'm in excellent shape and those people have shut up. i started doing fights and people laughed at that, said i could never do it. i started carpentry and people who started at the same time acted like they were better than me then quit and i'm becoming a journeyman this year. people told me that i'll never be a tattoo artist, and i'm on my way to proving them wrong too.

i'm used to going at it alone when everyone else in the world wanted to call me a failure. my dad really ejoyed being one of those people so i learned not to listen to him. the rest of the world was nothing after that. so for the first time in my life people are actually behind me. it feels fucking awesome and as much as i appreciate it, it still feels incredibly unusual.