Ah, it’s so nice out and here I sit, pounding keys yet again. I say that with a slight smile on my face, not because I really enjoy the inside on such an outside day, but it’s a lot easier to shut up and get stuff done than to whine and do it later anyway.
Think I’m going riding again after class today. I took the Jeep on some old dirt roads with Kath yesterday, windows down, music up; awesome time, felt good to get out. Hoping to play catch some time soon as well, it’s been too long.
I’m still undecided as to whether or not I should’ve played ball. I’ll never make the big leagues so all the time I put into baseball through college would be for nothing. Freshmen year I felt that it was time to “grow up,” appreciate the 13 years I did get to play, move on, and get the grades. Thinking of it now, I don’t regret what I did. School, GPA, summer internships; these are direct factors on what job I get in 2007, how well it pays, if it’s a job I even like, etc. I watched it happen to my brother (graduated last year). He stuck the route, kicked ass in school, and ends up with a dream job, new truck, and paid college.
“I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it…” -Thomas Jefferson
If there is one pebble that won’t get out of my shoe though, it’s accepting that most people I meet have no idea what I’ve done; they only know what they see of me today but there’s so much to the Adrian story that goes unheard, unseen. School is a time and place for studying my brains out, hitting the gym, and as of late, working on web design. Problem is: that’s not the entire picture. The “talent” in being coordinated, if you can call it that, the mind to watch, know, and understand people (probably the most overlooked), the “feel” for handling anything (cars, trucks, snowmobiles, dirt bikes…). These are all elements of the me that were used almost daily at home but are put to rest once the school year begins.
I suppose it’ll add up somewhere, that a lifetime of construction, mechanics, and common sense will prove their worth in the real world. Only time will tell. For now, I wake up, go to class, lift at night; a million ideas, a thousand skills kept quiet under one hat.
They will stay dormant at times…just don’t forget them. Thats the hardest part. As I work with geeks all day who have never sat on a Cat dozer, I must remind myself that I am different. I think tattoos help, ha. Play catch as much as possible and go mudding whenever. Thats all you can do. It will all come around again when you have retired and own lots of land. Thats my hope at least.
Comment by Easy Rider — April 1, 2005 @ 9:10 am
There were a bunch of us playing catch yesterday – you should have come out and joined us!
Comment by Sarah — April 1, 2005 @ 7:21 pm
I played yesterday, and today. Where were you guys?!
We should get everyone together one of these weekends and get a game going.
Comment by Adrian — April 1, 2005 @ 9:57 pm
Remember when I caught for you and you busted my catchers mit; you dick…
Comment by JUnit — April 2, 2005 @ 2:39 am
Remember when I saved your life from falling weights in the gym… yeah, we’re even.
Comment by Adrian — April 2, 2005 @ 12:54 pm
Yeah, well… GAYLORD!
Comment by JUnit — April 2, 2005 @ 1:04 pm
Sorry, Ive calmed down. Thanks for the assist.
Comment by JUnit — April 2, 2005 @ 1:05 pm
Anytime man, I can’t wait to lift again.
Comment by Adrian — April 2, 2005 @ 6:38 pm