Went hiking this weekend. 25 miles up into the olmpic national forest, it was beautiful and although my body, mainly from my knees down, hurts to high hell. I want to do it again, it is so beautiful up there I can hardly stand not being up there. Got home last night and just soaked int he tub, it helped alot. I hope to have pictures from the hike when when friend finally gets them on disk and in my hand. Then I can get the warped tour pictures also.
I needed this trip to get away and relax and hopefully forget all my troubles. But I should have known that hours on the trail and hours at a camp site would give me plenty to of time to think. So all my plans for after the military have fallen through. My current roomie is getting out early so i have to stay cover his half of the rent(there goes my savings), the girl i hoped to be dating still won't break up with her boyfriend(even though they hate each other), and if i don't reenlist(which i really don't want to do), i may have to move back to wisconsin and my now fucked up family(i am not which is worse, movinghome or reenlisting). God I hate how life no matter how well you plan always goes to shit when you think everything is about to go your way. Oh well we will see what happens. All I can do is hope that I can get some more ink done before the shit hits the fan, that seems to be the only thing that really makes me feel good or relaxed at all. Kinda weird that the pain and mutilation(as my father calls it) of my body helps me. Maybe I should talk to someone about that. Anyways, I am gonna go drink my self stupid and passout next to my toilet.
I needed this trip to get away and relax and hopefully forget all my troubles. But I should have known that hours on the trail and hours at a camp site would give me plenty to of time to think. So all my plans for after the military have fallen through. My current roomie is getting out early so i have to stay cover his half of the rent(there goes my savings), the girl i hoped to be dating still won't break up with her boyfriend(even though they hate each other), and if i don't reenlist(which i really don't want to do), i may have to move back to wisconsin and my now fucked up family(i am not which is worse, movinghome or reenlisting). God I hate how life no matter how well you plan always goes to shit when you think everything is about to go your way. Oh well we will see what happens. All I can do is hope that I can get some more ink done before the shit hits the fan, that seems to be the only thing that really makes me feel good or relaxed at all. Kinda weird that the pain and mutilation(as my father calls it) of my body helps me. Maybe I should talk to someone about that. Anyways, I am gonna go drink my self stupid and passout next to my toilet.
deux:
Don't blow money on a shrink. They frustratingly unhelpful. If you need someone to talk to, talk to someone who knows you. Friends can be the best listeners.