There isn’t one. But it’d be nice if there was one. I’m not sure how it would all work either. Single people all gather in some show of force in front of city hall, guys on one side, and girls on the other and they just rush at each other like in some medieval sort of battle reenactment? Like we’re watching a scene from Braveheart, some of the women mounted on horses and some of the men armed with spears ready to impale the beasts as they get closer to the front line.
Here I am, making the single life sound like a battle. Well hell, sometimes it is.
I went to acro tonight, and was told I should be stronger. No shit. I should be a lot of things. But I’m not- yet. I will get there eventually, after more training, and a bit more pain. For now though, it’s gonna be a struggle until something good happens. For me, it’s like a lightbulb goes on and I realize something fantastic. It’s not like some deep hidden secret for those that knew about it, it’s just I haven’t figured it out because I get info in a different way. My body learns it, and I make it happen. They call it kinesthetic learning I believe. It’s a method of education that prefers to be hands on in order to retain the vitals of the information. Otherwise its lost to us. My only complaint is that this type of learning isn’t completely available for other areas or subjects, like mathematics to a greater extent and English.
I’m at a loss for inspiration. Yesterday night was a bit more riveting because I had a pretty light day in regards to lifting and exercise. Today was the gauntlet that proved my efforts throughout the week- and it proved to be my undoing. I need to get more at the gym. I need to see some gains so I can lift people in the air without having a ton of problems in maintaining their position. I’m not a weak person by any means, I’m just not a very strong one.
So- single people. We are what we are and we make no apologies for it. We have our little things we do throughout the day, we make food, we eat food, we take a crap, we fall asleep, we wake up, we do it all again. Throw a shower or two in there at random times and that’s our lifestyle. We don’t make trips to fucking France or Fiji or some bullshit like that, because we can’t. We don’t have luxuries afforded to us in that manner. We’ve got bills and shit.
We work for a living. We drive in a car that we can barely afford but we put up with because we believe the damn label of hybrid, and it’s actually having a positive effect on the environment and on our wallets for gas money. I only use that thing maybe once a week, twice if it’s a busy week. However, I’m starting to think that maybe I need to use it more to justify me having it in a garage. Otherwise its just some big obstacle between me and my bike, and I need my bike to get to my two schools.
Speaking of my bike- my brakes. What. The. Fuck. I fix those things a million times, adjust the pads so they have a better grip on the rim- and it starts grinding a groove in the metal. I need to bust that thing down and find out what the hell is going on with that applicator.
My eyes are getting heavy. I need to cut out early.
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