After a particularly rough Friday, Sunday came as a pleasant surprise.
I absolutely hate doing any kind of physical/outdoor activity (except soccer), so when Jack suggested we do something instead of pumping out livers full of poison, I was less than enthused. When Leo and Jack wanted to do a hike on Runyon Canyon and I had already planned to sit at home in my boxers eating baked beans with a large soup spoon out of a tin can.
However, plans changed and they suggested hitting off a few golf balls at the driving range. I'm no golfer, but I've recently acquired a taste for knocking the shit out of a little white ball to let off some steam.
Of course, I had them stop by the local grocery store to pick up some beverages. It was my turn to buy. Steel Reserve 12 pack for $5.99. Buyer's choice!
It was extremely relaxing. Watching the pollution of Los Angeles creating a cool purpley/orangey horizon as you launch little white balls off a square of artificial grass. Sipping on some suds with your buddies.
It's simple distractions like that, that really matter during these weird "down" times.
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It's not soccer! It's football! :)
It's good to keep yourself busy when your feeling like that. Gives you less time to mope. Your friends probably know that too.
Okay, so I stumbled upon your site yesterday, can't remember how. Finished reading your archives this morning. You write well and you have stories to tell, but the mopey bullshit is tedious. It's natural to be depressed after a break-up. Everyone's been there (I know it's a cliche, but it's also true). But there comes a point where you will dig yourself out of the hole you're in. Me, I drank continuously for several months after my last bad break-up. I also fucked everything that moved. And, you know what? It worked. I'm not saying that's the cure, but it worked for me. The best thing that you can do is stop dwelling on yesterday. It was hockey great Bobby Hull who once said, "Forget about the past... we're here in the future now." And, yes, that quote makes no sense (they didn't wear helmets back then), but maybe that's the point: There is no sense to be made. Que sera, sera. Fuck it. There's a great big world out there, ripe for the picking. Stop whining and go for it...
OBunn - You're right, you're right! But I didn't want to confuse the folks on this side of the pond.
Blake - Quite the novel, dear reader. But I can tackle it one bit at a time. First off, thanks for reading. Always nice to know that someone is taking time to read this drivel. And I won't disagree with you that some of my posts can be "mopey bullshit". However, I started this blog so I can kind of have an outlet for when I feel a certain way, I can write about it. Kind of like an honest portrayal of how the whole breakup process works. I write what I feel and I try not to censor myself, no matter how emo it may be; to keep true to the whole blog. But it's not all about "the breakup"; I also like to write about what it's like to really "start over" and the stupid learning process to date for the first time at 24 which often turns into embarrassing and amusing anecdotes. But thanks for the critique and advise!
golf huh? I've tried once. They should really make those balls bigger so a girl like me can manage to actually hit them once or twice.
the size of a fotball maybe?
nah, I wanna let out some steam - I have sex. works much better =P
Ahhh LA pollution sure knows how to set scene…
I thought I was the only one who ate beans from a can in my underwear…maybe Bottle blonde too dunno…
I cannot WAIT for the day you find true love.... but what'll become of your blog? Makes me sad to think there'll be a conclusion to this journey.
I should find something therapeutic. When I had my last break up, watching my friends play Guitar Hero was less-than-stellar therapy. I doubt, however, that there are any driving ranges around here...
12 pack of SR for $6!! Holy crap!
Also, drunk golfing is pretty much the best thing ever. Next time add a stogie or three.
I like your blog IN SPITE of the whining - so don't feel bad about Mr. Redgrave.
Whoa, in all fairness to, um, me... I wasn't trying to sound negative or overly-critical. I was just trying to offer my two cents. And I didn't mean to say that the whining was necessarily "bad," just that it might not be the healthiest thing...
Soccer? Golf? You need to get laid soon before you end up with a cock in your mouth.
Stiletto - Having sex to let out steam? ... Those were the days.
MsPudd - I knew if anyone would appreciate that description, it was going to be you!
Scotty - Ahhh my most loyal fan! I dont know if it will stop. I'm sure there will be tons more awkward situations when I find that someone. I mean, come on, it's me we're talking about.
Sequined - Actually... Guitar Hero seems pretty damn therapeutic to me! ... I swear I'm cool.
MB - Jack actually suggested we get stoagies next time. I think we're going with funny hats.
The Ex - Your name almost gave me a heart attack. But welcome to the blog and thanks for the positive feedback!
Blake - I wasn't meaning to harp on you, but I thought I'd defend myself a little bit. The "tedious" line needed some defending. My precious, precious emo posts! But I love that you went through and read all of the back archives. So impressed!
Harry - Dont jinx me!
I have a boring job. Reading other people's blogs in their entirety is all that I can do to keep from slitting my wrists at my desk.
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