Bad Day.... It Finally Came

Okay, so today was just a shitfuck of a day. I should have known from the moment I started eating my breakfast. No, before you wonder if something I ate made me sick, it wasn't. It was something a friend of mine said. Nonchalantly, he asked if it sucked not having (my now recent ex) around. I replied, "Yes. It sucks. A lot." She and I split up earlier this week, and seeing as I like to keep personal life and public life very separate, he was unaware of this. (Also, she has been in Canada for the past two weeks.) He just laughed and then noticed that my eyes had started to water up and asked what was wrong. I told him and he apologized. For what? Not knowing about my private life?? It wasn't his fault that he just asked the wrong question at the wrong time. I told him it was no bigs and left it at that. After breakfast, I headed to church. Usually, no big deal either, but today I had a lot to do. I had to move out, for the second time this week, had to go test drive a Land Rover discovery, and had plans to play paintball. Crazy amount of shit for one day. Anyway, I got to church and realised that by the time it let out, I would only have 15 minutes to get to the dealership. Well, the dealership is 30 minutes away. Needless to say, I skipped church to take care of personal business. Probably not my best plan of action. Instead of church, where did I go?? Well, to my favourite escape, the Air Force Base. Again, nothing unusual, except for the endless road construction that prevented me going to my running area.. Wtf?? I drove all the way down there to exercise and now I can't?! Who the hell thought that was a great fucking idea?? Anyway, I left the base (through a gate that, what else, was under fucking construction) using a route normally opened only for prominent government figures. Yea. Fucking detour. I got to the dealer to test drive the Discovery I am wanting to buy and guess what else?? The alternator is dead. Omg.. seriously?! So, I talk to the owner and agree on a cheaper, lower end model that is working... Now that I have sorted that all out, I start heading to go pick up my friend to paintball and end up realising I have a bill due today and I was supposed to be helping move 2 hours ago. My friend and I went paintball regardless. And by that, I mean got to the location and started to put our gear together. Unfortunately, my tank is broken and both of his guns are as well. Quickly after this happens, we start heading back to my second house and get run off the road by some twat in his black Mustang. I headed for the nearest flat area beside the road, and what do you know?? My truck sinks.... So, after making a few phone calls, I get someone to come pull me out, an hour later. My friend has missed his night service, I am now 4 hours behind and have a cut frame. Yes, pulling my truck out almost cut an entire beam in two. Upon spending $6 and 18 minutes washing the filthy mud off it, I head to my second house to pack. Everything goes smoothly until I broke the glass inlay on my favourite nightstand. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! No mercy from mother nature and Karma. But, its out of the way, so I have another week or so of pleasant, but knock on wood and cross your fingers. Shit might be about to hit the fan hardcore.

My Addictions...

Yes, this is going to be a blog just about myself. Sorry if that sounds completely uninteresting, but I need to get something off my chest and mind. Today at work, I lit up a cig (which is nothing unusual, because I do at least 3 times a day at work. I work for a construction company) and my Boss paused on his tractor for a moment. By the way he was looking at me, I knew something was on his mind. Out of nowhere, he asks "For someone who works out, runs, and is quite concerned about his body, why do you smoke??" This my friends is a good question. See, I could have easily used one of many scapegoats. Nicotine addiction, today's culture, stress, just to name a few. But, being as I hadn't quite thought it out, I merely said, "I don't know, really." Having had time to think about it for a few hours now, I believe I found out why I do. Now, some of those who read this will not understand my reasoning, or won't understand what I'm talking about. And that's fine, because this is just me getting something off my chest. So, again, please bear with me. For me, smoking isn't about a culture thing. It really doesn't make you look "cool". Lol. It's not about a nicotine addiction. I can go a day or two without them. As for stress, it isn't really that either. I'm hardly ever stressed and even if I was, only I can deal with it. No, I'm hooked on smoking because I enjoy it. I love the feel of the smoke rolling in my mouth, the way it feels as it is inhaled. The subtle heat coming off the cherry and that hint of crisp tobacco leaf. It's all just so pleasurable that I can't think of anything that could substitute those feelings. Yes, I could buy an electronic cig, but that's just pointless. There is no nicotine high from an electronic cig. I'll stick to my cancer stick and enjoy every puff of awesome. Back to the earlier topic of exercise, I do take care about my body. Ironic right?? Lol. I weightlift, run, and swim. It's just who I am. Smoking doesn't change that.