I have a friend.
Yeah, I know that’s a bit of a surprise but to be fair…
She has low standards and expectations, so it works.
Anyway, I have this friend and a while ago we had a conversation. The conversation went something like this…
Her: “I really want to do the things you are doing.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Her: “Camping, trips, concerts, cooking, you are doing stuff I really want to do. I just don’t have anyone to do them with.”
Me: “WTF?!? I am supposed to have someone to do the things I love to do with BEFORE I do them? WHY didn’t you TELL me!?!” (Sarcasm rears its adorable little face, yet again)
Her: (insert awkward chuckle here)
Me: ” How come you let me do this shit all wrong? I didn’t know I was supposed to sit around waiting for someone to come along before I started experiencing the life I desire.”
Me: “No FRICKIN’ wonder I am such a mess!”
At this point I was able to rein in my little friend .. Sarcasm.
Me: “So what’s stopping you from doing those things?
Her: “Well I don’t have a tent. Or anyone to go with me. I am not good at cooking. I really don’t have the money for vacations. blah… blah … blah”
Really, she did have a number more ‘reasons’ that she couldn’t do the things she wanted to, but my brains recording function stopped working after the first few shit ass excuses.
I must have gotten a very bewildered expression on my face because things continued like this.
Me: “I guess I just don’t get what’s stopping you.”
Her: ” I just told you. I don’t…”
Me Interrupting: “I heard your excuses. But let me ask you a couple of things, ok?”
Me: “Who went with me to go camping outside of Berkeley?”
Dixie is my adorable five pounds of snuggles, wags, puppy kisses, and unconditional love.
Me: ” So last year I went to Puerto Vallarta right?”
Me: “Who went with me?”
Her: “No one”
Me: “Right! And when I got back I went to a three-day concert at the Amphitheater at the Gorge. Who went with me?”
Me: “Right again… Now here is the trick question; when did I get those concert tickets?”
Her: “I don’t know.”
Me: “I got them six months before the concert. About three months before I met Angela.”
Me: ” One more question … What is in my truck always?”
Her: “Your tent, sleeping bag, Dixie’s ‘go bag’, your ‘go bag’, an empty cooler, and a small grill.”
Me (now smirking): “How do you know that?”
Her: “You go through everything at least once a month, making sure it works and is in good condition.”
Her: “You say you never know when you will be struck by a random urge to go.”
Me: “Yup! I love to camp and hike so I make sure I can go when I want to go. Part of that includes equipment. It also includes being ready to go. Physically and mentally. I am not waiting to find someone to take me with them, I am going and along the way I find friends who are headed the same way. Together we adventure, explore, and live. When their path is different than mine we part ways … for a time. When we reconnect we both have new experiences and perspectives to share.”
It sounds all well and good … go camping when you want.
Well you see that’s really not the point at all. Profound? Not so much, so why not check out part two!