It might be the painkillers... they've always affected me differently than other people. It might be me being stuck in a house for at least 2 weeks. Maybe the story I've been trying to work out is creeping into my mind. Maybe I'm going insane. Whatever the reason, I've discovered a need in my soul that really hasn't been fed.
Adventure
I think that's why I signed up for that mission trip. Sadly, I had to cancel my participation in this trip due to my assistant manager taking her vacation the same time, (she had the lot booked for over a year... so I didn't have the heart to pull rank on this minor issue). But today, I discovered a profile that had a phone number on it. In fact it kind of dared you to contact it. So I found myself unable to resist the unknown and texted... we'll call her Jenny (for my music friends). We only exchanged maybe a dozen messages, but it was still fun. It was something outside my usual routine and comfort zone. I loved it.
It led me to realize something my life has been missing for quite a while... if it ever had it to begin with. I want that sense of adventure again. I look back at my life... and I realize I'm going to have many regrets if I don't change something quick. I went to a college less than 30 miles from my high school. I did have that adventure to Europe in college, so that's something, and a mistake when adding someone to windows messenger led to one of my favorite random friends... who lives in London. I guess that's something. I look back at my previous relationships. The only one that even came close to any sense of random adventure was that time Amanda and I decided in one afternoon to take a random trip to Sioux City. I actually had more fun with her on that trip than I did most of the time I was dating her, no fault on either our parts, that's just how it goes.
So now I find myself... thinking of random adventures I'd like to go on when I find that special someone. This also kind of alters the type of girl I'm looking for. The kind, smart, but meek girl... doesn't really seem attractive to me anymore. I mean I still look for kindness and intelligence and all that stuff... but now I want adventurous. I want someone who will decide how much gas/food/money/days off we are willing to spare, then go off in some direction until we've used half of it, just to see what we see. I want us to randomly pick numbers, then use those numbers on an atlas to find page number and map grid... then go to the closest city. I want to take her to a small town with a local cafe, then sit at a table with a sign saying "We want to get to know you, please join us and talk to us."
One of my dear friends introduced me to Humans of New York. This is truly an amazing thing. The thing I love is, not everyone has some profound or meaningful thing to say. Some of it is just silly, some just... wtf? But the thing I love? It's real people. People going about their lives, going to their jobs, meeting new friends, hanging out with old friends. It makes me realize how interesting this little blue marble is. I want to see it. I want someone who is willing to see it with me.
I'm still trying to work on stories and my stand up act... don't tell my mother, she thinks I've given it up, when really I just want to do it at my own pace. It's something that pushes me, that stretches me. If my knee doesn't heal... it really will push me hard. But it's something exciting...
I want adventure... Carpe Diem!!!
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