I Don't Know What I'm Doing
The end of the hockey season (as far as I'm concerned) signaled an end to my life; not because the Flyers lost either.
I go to work, go bowling on Mondays, go to the chiropractor, go home, play on my computer, talk to Mark Cisik. I still talk about the Flyers season, still make idle conversation with friends about Jason Smith's not-so-probable future in Philly. I went out with three good friends of mine last night, and we sat around a table at a restaurant and laughed for hours.
Until someone asked me what I had been up to since the last time I'd seen them. To tell you the truth, the answer to that is incredibly boring. I wanted to make something up, about some crazy hockey boyfriend, or driving up to Philly or something, anything to make my life seem a little more interesting then it actually is.
What do I do in my spare time? Design t-shirts. Talk to my ex over the phone for hours at a time. Hang around the hockey rink and watch other people play.
Is this what I moved up here for?
I couldn't lie to my friends; they mostly just raised their eyebrows at my boring life, then Matt made some comments about how we could stalk Ovechkin because his work is right next door to the Capitals' practice rink.
Has my life become hockey? I never really thought about "What am I going to do when the seasons over?" not realizing I have nothing much else to do.
If my hip didn't hurt so badly today (my chiropractor finally popped my right hip back into place; it's easier to walk, but it's still painful), I might have asked the new girl at the house to go out; she seems like a cool chick. She 22 and just moved from Dallas. The only thing I could think to say to her when she told me that was, "Cool, your team made it pretty far into the playoffs this year."
Brian wants to go watch the Stanley Cup finals at the bar we watch hockey at, but I don't know if I want to subject myself to that particular brand of torture; I hate the Penguins, but to be honest, I don't like Detroit much either. I do love Hasek, but Osgood will be in for the remainder of the year, to be sure.
So how do you meet people? How do you find things to do?
I don't think I've ever had this problem before. Living in one place for ten years and going to school solved those problems for me before; I met people as a matter of course. I've never had to actively go about it.
Is that a stupid question?
The end of the hockey season (as far as I'm concerned) signaled an end to my life; not because the Flyers lost either.
I go to work, go bowling on Mondays, go to the chiropractor, go home, play on my computer, talk to Mark Cisik. I still talk about the Flyers season, still make idle conversation with friends about Jason Smith's not-so-probable future in Philly. I went out with three good friends of mine last night, and we sat around a table at a restaurant and laughed for hours.
Until someone asked me what I had been up to since the last time I'd seen them. To tell you the truth, the answer to that is incredibly boring. I wanted to make something up, about some crazy hockey boyfriend, or driving up to Philly or something, anything to make my life seem a little more interesting then it actually is.
What do I do in my spare time? Design t-shirts. Talk to my ex over the phone for hours at a time. Hang around the hockey rink and watch other people play.
Is this what I moved up here for?
I couldn't lie to my friends; they mostly just raised their eyebrows at my boring life, then Matt made some comments about how we could stalk Ovechkin because his work is right next door to the Capitals' practice rink.
Has my life become hockey? I never really thought about "What am I going to do when the seasons over?" not realizing I have nothing much else to do.
If my hip didn't hurt so badly today (my chiropractor finally popped my right hip back into place; it's easier to walk, but it's still painful), I might have asked the new girl at the house to go out; she seems like a cool chick. She 22 and just moved from Dallas. The only thing I could think to say to her when she told me that was, "Cool, your team made it pretty far into the playoffs this year."
Brian wants to go watch the Stanley Cup finals at the bar we watch hockey at, but I don't know if I want to subject myself to that particular brand of torture; I hate the Penguins, but to be honest, I don't like Detroit much either. I do love Hasek, but Osgood will be in for the remainder of the year, to be sure.
So how do you meet people? How do you find things to do?
I don't think I've ever had this problem before. Living in one place for ten years and going to school solved those problems for me before; I met people as a matter of course. I've never had to actively go about it.
Is that a stupid question?
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