Recovery Room 101

You ever just want to punch something? Like out of sheer frustration or anger? Sometimes I get so mad my first reaction is to just hit something. I’m not sure if it’s very smart since you know, bones can break and stuff (referring to my own here). When I’m mad I don’t hit people(never) I just hit objects. I’ve punched doors, walls, a fridge, my garage door (yea its dented, makes me feel manly). It’s pretty stupid actually. I don’t do this if they ran out of Aero chocolate bars at the convenience store, only when I’m really, extremely pissed off (which takes a lot). Just wondering if this is some kind of anger management issues I have or if it’s normal. Actually I’m not wondering, it’s my normal, so whatever, don’t judge me.

I played basketball after a very long time; still recovering from an ankle injury from about 4 months ago. For the first couple of games I felt like I was going to go into cardiac arrest, but luckily I survived and the next few games after that I think my body (especially my lungs) started to remember that a long time ago I use to do stuff like this on the regular (physical activity). Even if my body remembered I was capable of this once, I still sucked. A good reason for that might be because my only physical activity recently has been limited to searching for the tv remote buried somewhere in our unnecessarily large couches. Sometimes it takes so long it makes me want to punch something, just kidding I’m not that crazy. Relax.

How do you know when you’re over someone? It’s kind of hard to tell. Most people try and forget about everything that happened in the relationship but I think that’s wrong. I think if you do that the moment you see something that reminds you of them or are at a place where you two use to hang out, it all comes crashing back down and its back to recovery room 101. I think you’re over someone when you can see all those things, be at those places, and just appreciate the good times you had together. And if you hate somebody you definitely aren’t over them, because hate is an emotion that consumes you, and then you’re just stuck thinking about them. The reason I bring this up is recently I happened to run into a few spots where me and an ex of mine had hung out, ate at, I actually saw her drive by on a random street, I drove by a spa I sent her to once and it started to bring back all these memories of us when I was doing such a good job of moving forward. The good part is that although it did bring back those memories and I did momentarily miss having her around, it also put a smile on my face knowing those were good times in my life, knowing that I was able to make somebody so happy for a period of time and that they did the same for me. So maybe I’m not completely over that ex like I thought I was, since the missing part did come into play momentarily, but thankfully I’m getting there. And yea I do sometimes wonder if she ever thinks about me at all, but I think that’s because I just generally wonder if someone is capable of completely forgetting somebody, because I’m not. I pray she’s beyond happy.

Lately a few of my cousins and a few friends have been going through some tough times and I’ve been trying my best to help them through it. They all thank me and say I’m extremely helpful and I always know what to say, I hope they aren’t just stroking my ego because I genuinely want to help, and my ego is getting too big anyway (a friend of mine said she constantly ‘deflates’ my ego as a favor to me so my head can fit through doorways). These people I help thank me but I’d like to thank them back for being able to trust me with their most personal problems. It actually means a lot to me. I enjoy helping and it’s in my nature to do so. And all the credit there goes to my selfless family. My whole family is built on helping others even before you help yourself and that is one thing I am so prideful about. Without my family (grandparents, cousins et all) I’d definitely be an arrogant selfish b*stard of a man I’m sure.

Ramadan starting soon plus OVO fest (drake’s concert) this Sunday, should be fun.

Later.

Proper (Proppa) Good Time, In It?

Back to work, vacation done. I can’t begin to tell you how amazing this last week was what with my sister getting married, family being down, meeting my brother in law’s family, going to Niagara & Buffalo, late night chilling. It was a smashing good time. I’m still absolutely knackered and still trying to recover.

I met my brother in law’s family from England and I learned some new ‘British’ words. Knackered means tired, tired (but pronounced tee-red) means incredibly tired, pif means a girl is fit, back off is a girl’s derriere, tea and crumpets is well, tea and crumpets (bonus points: what’s a crumpet?). I was often imitating the accent (they have the accent not us and I’m sticking to that) and I found myself starting to speak with the accent even when I wasn’t trying to, it’s just so cool. I can say the most horrid despicable things and it still sounds ‘proper’ (pronounced proppa). Anyways I think I sounded pretty good but they probably think I sounded like a pirate (which is cooler anyway).

For my bro in law’s bachelor party we went to a club in Niagara called Dragonfly. The club was alright, the people I was with were awesome. We had a smashingly good time (ok I’ll stop with the British stuff). I hadn’t been to a club in about 5 years or so, it’s not my thing but it’s something the bro in law wanted to do and I wasn’t going to decline. I actually danced which is real odd for me since I have the equivalent of wooden pegs for legs when it comes to dancing. My dancing probably looked like an epileptic man having a seizure (don’t be so sensitive, it’s funny, laugh, it’s a joke, I’ll donate some money to an epilepsy charity, happy?).

Clubs are quite nasty overall. Most all girls there are huge skanks grinding up on random guys they don’t know. Guys are trying to grope anything that even looks female (I saw a guy feeling up the women’s washroom sign). Everybody is drunk and smells like sweat and beer (I don’t drink, and I smell like rainbows, but the non gay kind).

We got into a fight and got kicked out of the club. Yes the sober brown guys got kicked out of the club. Some dude was staring down my cousin rolling up his sleeves getting ready to fight, then my other cousin laid his a** out while I held back a bouncer (inadvertently, I thought it was one of the dude’s ‘boys’). Bro in law came running through and pushed the bouncer out the way and charged towards our ‘victim’ who was (seriously) laying on the ground in what could only be described as the fetal position. Anyways we got kicked out and waited outside for the guy only to find him getting arrested about 45 minutes later (mob mentality: I was yelling at him to come outside, and I'm very mild mannered). He started it, karmas a ________ (it’s a pg rated blog, you fill in the blanks, interactive fun!). Kids, real men (and women) don’t start fights, but if you happen to be in one, make sure you’re the one ending it.

Sister’s wedding was off the hook! The whole week and a bit was probably one of the best week’s of my life! My friend’s and I prepared a dance on one of the days which was a surprise to my sister as she didn’t think I was going to. She loved it. The wedding reception was pretty hectic since I was MC’ing but when I was finally able to sit down and take it all in, with my friends and family all around me having a great time, my sister and her husband smiling, it was all so worth it, and so amazing. It would take me too long to sit here and describe everything that happened but I love my sister, I love my family & friends and thank them for an amazing time. Everybody telling me “You’re next” didn’t even bother me. If our weddings are this much fun, I am next.

Peace.
(Read the blog while imitating a 'British' accent, trust me its fun you'll see).

Look who's back....

Look who's back to blogging? I know all 3 people who read my blog missed me (3 includes my mother, but she can't use a computer, so I'm lying about 3 people). Anyways I'm not sure why I stopped blogging, probably has something to do with a disease I've been fighting since birth knows as 'lazyritis.' I was even born late because I fell asleep in my mother's womb.

I am going to try and put something up here once a week for anybody that stumbles across this.

I've been through quite a bit over the past little while, sister got married, other sister is getting married. Cousin had a baby (Swears it was planned). Was in a relationship but now single again. Bought a car (or 3 actually). I am now being tormented by any desi (brown) person that knows me in any way as to when I'm getting married since I'm next in line (had no idea there was a line for these things, am I at least in the express lane?). Anytime I tell a desi that my sister is getting married even before they say congratulations the first response is 'When's your turn beta? (means son). How's about you let me worry about that, I didn't know you all cared so much. Heck even some white people (I love white people) ask me when I'm getting married. You know you have a problem when white people are talking about marriage.

I come out of my room and all I hear is my mom conversing with other aunties about how they need to find me a wife. Almost like my opinion doesn't even matter and they'll handle it by committee. I'm completely opposed to that unless she's a supermodel, then I accept, and yes its completely ok that she doesn't speak a lick of English and is missing a high school diploma, I have those things already and aren't you and your significant other suppose to complement each other anyway? So it works out perfectly. Where she lacks in I make up in. Where I lack in she makes up in (damn I just called myself ugly).

I bought my dream car, a 91 Acura NSX. I'm in love, and I never have to worry about her leaving me. They let gay people get married, I should be allowed to marry my car, society just isn't fair I guess. I'm gonna start a petition. But I also have a winter car so would that be considered my mistress? Little details I'll worry about later..

So my sister's wedding starts Thursday (3 day affair, yea we go hard) and then hopefully my cousin is getting engaged the week after. Big things going on all around me. Yes yes you're all asking when is it my turn...and I politely ask that you shut the.........

The relationship I briefly mentioned earlier...I don't really feel like talking about. Let's just say I was heavily awestruck, and it took me a VERY long time to get over her. But I finally did. And I genuinely hope she's happy because she still is a great person I have a lot of respect for her, but as the great jay-z (why'd he have to be illuminati?) once said, 'on to the next one.'

Look for more updates soon! (and comment, if I write this much for you you owe me a comment)

Later!