I turned 30 earlier this year. Hip Hip Hooray, throw out the confetti. I’ve been single for just about 3 years now. After my last long relationship ended, I wasn’t sure what I wanted. So I pretty much ended up screwing up my chances with a few different women that I dated. Now though I am amazed at the number of people I know that are getting married or engaged. It’s sort of depressing in a way. I always linger on with the thoughts of what if a bit too much. I wonder if there is someone that can just move on and never even think of the past. Would that even be a fun way to exist? Shouldn’t your past success/failures help determine future choices?
It somewhat amazes me the twists and turns my life has taken. For some reason it has never gotten into my head to get married. I mean a lot of these are people are marrying people they’ve known for such a short time. Like I said, most of them I dated/knew within the last three years. Do you really know if you want to spend the rest of your life with someone after 2 years? I only had two relationships hit the three year mark. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with either person.
At least on the bright side I had a fun discussion with a friend to cheer me up. It’s weird, sometimes I find hope in the oddest places. Especially when the person themselves aren’t exactly the cheeriest of people. It shouldn’t be too surprising, considering how much I love irony. I think if I keep going on this topic I’m going to seem emo as fuck and a constant whiner. Sometimes I just feel like shooting the shit about my real life.
To make up for it, I have a story about the time I went Jersey Devil hunting. So we were 3 cars and about 18 people with a few copies of Weird NJ looking for Indian Cabin Road. Now I don’t think we found the right place. What we did find was an unpaved road in the middle of nowhere in which the trees slowly but surely took over the road. Now we had also read that a pickup truck with a crazy hillbilly and a shotgun patrolled the road. So we drive in, get halfway down the road and see some pickup truck headlights turn on and start coming at us. We turn around and spin out of there as fast as we could and scattered.
Using phones we got back together and headed back to the entrance. This time my one friend had the brilliant idea of leaving the cars behind and WALKING down the path, that way they could hide if someone came down it. I got about a quarter of the way down the path and decided fuck it. I’m a city boy, and when your in the pine barrens and all you see for miles and miles is trees, you sort of get scared shitless. So me and my significant other walked back to the cars… just in time to see a pickup truck headlights coming towards us.
We duck onto the side of the road, but the truck sees us and stops. All we hear is “hey y’all” and I’m ready to piss myself. Thankfully he follows that with “Are y’all looking for Indian Cabin Road too?”. It ends up that the guy was a Weird NJ fan from outside Baltimore and was looking for the same thing we are. Me, never willing to let a chance go by, convinces the guy to fly up and down the road hooting and hollering and pretending to shoot them. It worked perfectly and he scared my friends shitless.
Which was all good and well, until the cops showed up at our cars wondering what the fuck we were doing out there. They were about to start busting my chops because I didn’t have an ID, until the 15 other friends of ours came stumbling out of the woods, and the crazy pickup guy almost ran over a cop. It was a fun night.