Archive for October, 2013

I’ve been back from my roadtrip for a week now, so I thought it was time to make note of some of my thoughts during the experience.

I now have a greater appreciation for TSA.

While the TSA is there to protect us and to make sure we don’t take more than 3 ounces of nitroglycerin onto an airplane, the border patrol is there to be overly suspicious and make us feel like criminals. It’s all about perspective, really.  I mean, did you watch the video about my experience with the border patrol?

Road signs can be really silly.

Guardrail Damage AheadYeah, so what’s the purpose of this sign for guardrail damage? If I was thinking about committing vehicular suicide, should I do so somewhere else since this guardrail is already damaged?  Someone else had questions about this too.

“Maintain Your Car” – This is another sign I saw while driving, mainly in Texas as best I recall.  I couldn’t find an example online, but seriously, who is this helping?  If I have failed to get my oil changed regularly, do you think that throwing up some highway signs are going to convince me otherwise? Might as well throw up some signs to remind me to brush my teeth too.

In some spots, I would come across speed limit signs with the addition of “Strictly Enforced.”  Really?  So the others are kinda loosely enforced?

Bridge Ices Before Road

 And then I had to repeatedly see this reminder, which became really annoying when crossing several small bridges back to back.  I mean, thanks Mr. Science, I didn’t realize that where there is more moisture, there’d also be a greater chance of ice.  Genius.

While on my trip, I swung up to Alabama to visit my friend Heather.  While it was nice to see her in general, I was later thinking about how unusual it was to be able to have conversations about Twitter, Tumblr, and other social media and blogging sites.  I don’t know many people that blog or tweet that I can have legit conversations with about online activities.  If I tried to talk to most of my friends about Tumblr or WordPress, I’m pretty sure I’d get a blank stare. It was quite refreshing to talk with someone that actually understands and is familiar with the various online platforms.

I’ve traveled for my birthday for the past few years, and I think that it’s time to take a break.  Roadtrips have their ups and downs for me.  In the beginning, it’s fun to escape and see new places, but towards the end of the trip, there is this sense that time is running out.  The last half of the trip becomes all about seeing places I’d like to stop but not having the time to.

I also think I’ve done most of the major roadtrips that I had wanted to do.  Next, I’d like to focus on specific locations. Taking a break next year to regroup and spend time with family and friends locally is a good idea for me.  Plus, there were quite a few local events that I missed out on by traveling this year.

Refusing Death

Posted: October 13, 2013 in Short Story
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If I can just keep from blacking out, I’ll be alright.  I’m not going to give up that easily.  Maybe I have lost a lot of blood, but does that mean I need to die?  Nope, not me. I don’t see the purpose in it.  Not giving up.  This stubborn soul is going to puppet this body as long as possible.  There’s no giving up. There’s still so much to be done.

I’m going to continue sucking air for a long time to come.  You can’t get rid of me that easily.  Besides, it was a stupid way to die.  If I’m going to die, it is going to be a hero’s death.  I’m going to jump in front of a bus to save a baby or take a bullet for a friend. But that day is not today.  Today, I’m going to keep walking and some doctor is just going to patch me up and put some more blood in me.

I’m protesting death. I’m boycotting the river Styx.  Saint Peter can just keep waiting. I apologize in advance, but I will be standing the devil up for our date.

You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.  That childish instinct that makes you hold your breath till you turn blue or flop on the floor in the middle of the shopping mall and pitch a temper tantrum – that stubbornness is still in me, and I’m using it till I get my way.

Things are happening all around you that you never see.  Most people are too distracted to even notice. Occasionally, though, when you’re alone and it’s quiet, you can catch a glimpse. Usually you dismiss it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t really happen.

Every so often a shadow will catch the corner of your eye. Something flitting about like a hummingbird but dark and shapeless.  You won’t see it if you turn your head. You can’t detect anything when you’re looking straight ahead.  It’s when you’re looking somewhere else, when it thinks you aren’t watching, that it is free to move and play.

If you’re really lucky, you’ll hear them too.  When there’s no noise but the white kind. When you’re brushing your teeth or showering and the only sound is the static of the running water.  In those moments when you’re tuned out performing a menial, habitual task, you can hear whispers.

Are these little shadow sprites harmless? Just mischievous, playful things? Do they not notice us the same way we don’t notice them?  Or are they simply biding their time, waiting for you to be so distracted that you lose any peripheral awareness?

Be vigilant in the quiet moments. You never know what’s lurking just out of view.

Here are a few places that once I’m there, I could stay forever… or at least I just really really don’t want to leave anytime soon.

  1. My bed. Especially when the air is cold and I’m nice and warm under the comforter.
  2. My shower. When that hot water pounds against the back of my neck, I’m in heaven.
  3. My apartment. I’m quite happy staying home most of the time. It’s nice and quiet here, and I can watch TV, read, whatever I want to do.  If it’s a holiday weekend, and I don’t have any plans, don’t count on any public appearances.
  4. The movie theater. I’m usually the last one to leave because I don’t want to miss any bonus scenes after the movie credits.  Even then, if the movie was really good, sometimes I just want to sit there and soak it all in.  I’m definitely not in a hurry to leave… unless my bladder has other plans.
  5. Your mom’s place.