do something different

I decided to get in touch with an ex to see what had actually happened to our relationship. It ended so quickly I had no time for closure, after a long talk with syndi last night I found that I still need closure for a lot of things.

But speaking with my ex after a year of no contact what so ever feels kind of rocky. I kind of nervous to see where this goes.

I’ve noticed today that I have become much more social when I am out with friends or by myself. That’s a huge change from my former “anti-social” (thought I’m using that in the wrong context) self. It’s nice to see how much I’ve grown.

I remember sometime ago a friend of mine had an incident about her mixed race. A woman had referred to her as a “mutt baby”. I guess people of mixed race are still a new thing for the world, a lot of the time people are referred to as one or the other.

Take our new president for example, he is half black. Everyone has been calling him our “first black president” when in reality he is our first “half breed president” (as i like to say).

So people can throw around terms like “mutt baby” all they want, it doesn’t effect me in the least. I can still look at all my black friends and say “we got there first” feels real good to say that.

So this was different, I was on my way home from a nice ride around the city when I noticed a van in front of me was just sitting there. (Ran out of gas what luck)

I could have gone around like everyone else was doing and not even have a second thought about it. But then something Hippiechick said to me sneaked into the back of my mind. If I get stuck on my bike anywhere a fellow biker will stop to help me, almost no one in a car will help another motorist on the road. And that really got to me; I can get all the help I need on the road but the woman in front of me was doomed to sit in the street like that?

So I pulled into a parking lot and walked back to this van stuck on the side of the road. I’ve never seen anyone look so surprised to be offered help. I helped her push her, very heavy, van into the parking lot. I even helped her with the gas can, apparently neither her nor her teenage daughters knew how to use it, I guess I have Mr. Hippiechick to thank for teaching me those basics.

I guess I never noticed, not a lot of people will stop to help out a complete stranger. (Unless those people happen to be bikers) But all in all it was a nice change of pace for me, and it felt pretty good to help someone out.

I’m so bored with my life right now.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that I am going to change something about myself…something different to shake things up a little. I don’t know what but something is but it has got to change before I’m rushed to the hospital for chronic boredom.