I love where I live. Most days. This holiday weekend was not an exception. Seriously – where else could I stand and have an intense, intelligent conversation with my high school English teacher about writing, only to have a guy take a margarita (made with a garbage disposal) out of my hand, replacing it with a propane torch and some bottle rockets while telling me to get sh*t lit?
I absolutely love this kind of balance in my life. My parents, Rocky and Shirley Jo, are awesome examples of people that are inquisitive by nature and that know this little spot of ground of ours isn’t all there is in this world. My little brother and I were raised to see everything, devour information, question authority when we know it is wrong, stand up for what we believe in even though it isn’t popular, and do for others without expecting anything in return.
Because of their examples, Christopher (the little brother) and I are what I feel are unique individuals. Human chameleons. While we LOOK like middle-America, white bread, farm kids… you can drop either of us into any situation – from fishing with people that HAVE to do it to eat… to a swank cocktail party in New York City – and not only are we comfortable, but the people around us are as well.
Redneck to nouveau riche, people are just people, and we all have basically the same wants and needs. To be looked at when we speak, to feel like someone isn’t just waiting to talk but really listening, a firm handshake, and to not take us at face value. My incredibly wonderful best girlfriend Karin is able to find something beautiful in anyone, and I wish I were more like her.
And just for the record, I have an AWESOME photo for this post. BUT my self-appointed blog manager hasn't taught me that part yet. ; ) I have also just found an errant neck hair that I simply must tweeze, so I do believe I'm done for now!
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