Bitches don’t fly

November 16. 2010, under Blogr with 2 Comments

I’ve been having a lot of shit on my mind lately and sometimes it bothers me when I can’t find the proper outlet to just let everything flow. I’ve always been somewhat of a loner so it’s not really unusual for me to go days without exchanging words with someone or at least not wanting to speak to anybody. Under the current circumstances, I wish I could be somewhat isolated and just have me and my thoughts in a relaxing environment. The other day I was having a stressful morning, I was out in the town early in the morning doing stuff and when I was finished I just kept on driving. I drove until I reached a dead end. At the dead end, there was the beach. I wasn’t properly dressed to go to the beach but I didn’t care. I took my shoes off and walked by the shore, letting the waves touch my feet. Luckily there were people there, I’ve been told it’s not a good idea to go the beach alone, there are perverts hiding in the bushes, seriously. I’ve heard the stories of guys that jerk off behind the bushes staring at couple or chicks in bikinis. That’s fucking sick. It’s no wonder I hate people. Anyway, it was 10am and there were a pair of old geezers drinking beer, showing off their bellies. A family was playing with their dogs and there were a few college kids I guess. I collected a few stones and seashells, I’ve always enjoyed that ever since I can remember. I’m an island girl. I love the beach, especially the Caribbean Sea. Calm waters and sand, it really has no price. I don’t like living by the beach, but it’s to have it close by, it’s just a 15 minute drive or something depending on the beach I want to go to, there are a few in the area. The perks of living on an island, beaches aren’t that far away. I remember when I lived in Austin, Texas. ANY beach was over an hour away. I never went to one but I did see the Gulf Coast. It was pretty cool but there’s no place like home, right?

Sometimes people just need a break. I needed a break. My trip to the beach was the most relaxing thing I’ve experienced in a long time, I really hope to do it again.

The thing is, I know I’m bitchy, but I can’t help it. I tend to be straightforward and people don’t like that. Which is why I don’t have many friends. And I get it, I really do, but if someone can’t like me for what I am well, I shouldn’t give a fuck about that person. Sure sometimes you gotta play the friendly role but I don’t like being a hypocrite. I either like you or don’t. I’m a true misanthrope.

I picked up that yellow stone that you can see in the photo above and brought it home with me with another one I found. I’ve always been awed by how water changes things. Water can transform itself and other things. Nature is so beautiful and inspiring that there really are no words to describe it in an emotional sense.

Water is therapeutic. It doesn’t matter how much shit is going on, water relaxes me. I love the wind too but sadly, humans don’t fly, therefore this bitch can’t fly. I can’t even swim, seriously. I just float and maybe dog paddle, it’s embarrassing to admit but I CAN work my way in the water since I know the basics of swimming, I just have trouble applying them as it should be.

Even when you feel stuck and don’t want to move, you just have to let go and move with the flow. How else are you going to get anywhere? Life is a journey, it stops for no one so move it or be moved. That’s just the way it goes. That’s life.