It's a Trap!

So after I gave y'all a little background about me, and more stories like that are sure to come, but this blog is for me to express myself a little, and that' what this one is about.

So let me tell you about one of my most familiar foes.

THE FRIEND ZONE

Yeah that's right, the freaking friend zone.  The pit of eternal disappointment and hopelessness.  I've been there many-a-times and am still there with several girls.  If you don't know, the friend zone is where you get put when you have a crush on someone but they don't feel the same so they just keep you at that "just friends" level when you want to be more than friends.  But before I go into my stories, I'm gunna tell you how to know when you've been friend zoned (if for some reason you've been either A: you've never been there or B: you're worried you might be).  So basically there are 4 ways to know if you've been zoned.

1. She/He conveniently finds ways to mention people she/he likes
2. She/He tries to hook you up with her/his friend or relative so that she/he can see you happy
3. She/He doesn't try to look her/his very, absolute best around you
4. If she/he says, "You're like a brother (sister) to me," then you are on CODE RED MAXIMUM SECURITY FRIEND-ZONE LOCKDOWN...where there is no escape...even in your wildest fantasies.

So now that you know about the friend zone, its story time about my friend zone incidents.

For the most part, the majority of the females I get close to friend zone me.  And its not always me in those situation.  Sometimes they're in a relationship when I start talking to them or whatever.  The first incident of being friend zoned that I remember was back in freshman year of high school.  This was back in the day when I was reeeaaallllllyyy shy.  I started to like her but so did another one of my friends and I backed off.  But when they got together and broke up within the span of a week, I was left out in the cold because she friend zoned me.  And before long, I had achieved brother status and was on CODE RED MAXIMUM SECURITY FRIEND-ZONE LOCKDOWN (Yes, it will always be in all caps and red).  And I never escaped.

I can think of this situation happening at least 5 different times in high school and about 8 times since I got to college, but luckily the college friend zone status is not CODE RED MAXIMUM SECURITY FRIEND-ZONE LOCKDOWN.  For the most part, they put me in the friend zone because of very recent relationships, so I haven't given up on them quite yet but the situation is bleak.

Now I'm sure you realized by now that there was an instance that did lead me to write this post, and if you haven't figured that out by now, well you got bigger problems.  So now its story-time about my most recent trip to the friend zone.  And by trip, I mean stay.  So I met this girl and we hit it off pretty quickly.  I met her for coffee, took her to a movie, and the next day she came over to my place and we watched our favorite types of TV shows (crime dramas).  Well a week went by and we hadn't seen each other so I texted her asking if she wanted to come over some night and just watch Netflix.  She then went into a deal about how she's not ready for a relationship and yaddah yaddah yaddah and long story short, she wants to be just friends.

Fuck that shit, don't be leading me on for two weeks to friend zone me.


Until next time, good night, good luck, and God bless Ronald Reagan and the fine folks at CZ.

-CP III

The Mountains are Calling...and I Must Go!

Yeah I know this has taken forever to publish.  I've got stuff to do! So pardon me for putting school and social life in front of my blog for a bit.

AND ON WE GO

I worship the spirit who doesn't just look down
He looks up and through and all around
Find him in the rocks and trees
Cause there's no reason to pray
When you wake up every day to the sunrise
Over Cito Peak

These lyrics come from the Phil-anthem, "I Don't Mind" by the Tobasco Donkeys. This song is all about leaving civilization to find yourself in the great outdoors. That is certainly where I found myself.

I have been taught from a very young age to respect the outdoors, to leave the land as you found it, if not better, and to appreciate everything out there.  Its the magic of stepping out of your tent and inhale a whiff of the fresh, crisp air only to look up and see the suns rays peeking over the horizon and through the trees.  When you get to see the splendor of this great planet we call home from 12,441 feet above sea level, you can't help but be humbled by it.

I've  been from the mountains of the Rockies of Northern New Mexico down to the shoreline of Big Munson Island in the Florida Keys and stayed in many of the states in between.  And the greatest part of being outdoors is that its just completely away from every single problem you can face in the real world.  You might just be a mile from the nearest interstate or maybe even a 2 hour hike to get to your car to drive to only drive another 30 minutes on a dirt road before going another 15 on a highway to get into a town but you can still feel separated from society and modern worries.  Its a glorious feeling to not give a f*** about anything for a week at a time; just playing guitar, chillin in a camp chair, listening to the wind in the trees, hearing the wildlife all around, staring into a clear blue sky, and feeling the sun on your skin.

When you're worry free, you can do nothing but self-reflect and figure out who you are, where you want to go with your life, and what you want with your life.  That's where I discovered all that.  And because of that, I now look forward to getting to go back out to the mountains where my worries melt away and I'm at 8,000 feet with my work, my thoughts, and God.

So find some ground, lace up your boots, start walking
And you will find reason
Enough reason to believe
Well you can drop your worries at the parking lot
Or way down in the city where the sun burns hot
Although civilization is a nice place to visit
I wouldn't want to live there

Until next time, good night, good luck, and God bless Ronald Reagan and the fine folks at CZ.

-CP III