Thought I’d venture into this thread. Firstly Kael, congrats on getting a mention from the Sid man himself. FfH is friggin awesome, and incredibly worthy of the praise it has received. Hopefully the numerous charities out there benefitted from your work too.
Anyway, I thought I’d share my own little story of something interesting happening to me. Well, personally it was interesting, but that is all relative considering I have little human contact generally, and my life finds itself in a rut.
So, all week this week I had a series of professional and personal development sessions with fellow workers who, like me, work all across the state. Not only is this the week where we all get a chance to really catch up, meet the new employees and that sort of thing. Wednesday afternoon was a short afternoon from a work perspective, so myself and a few of the other guys went off for a few not so quiet drinks at an Irish bar in the city. Place was packed, my only description for the Irish dancers was “wow!” and, because Australian’s have only a bloodline history to Irish culture, there was markedly less Irish singing, and more classic pub anthems. Believe me, a group of drunken revellers shouting the words to Bon Jovi’s Livin on a Prayer is cringeworthy when it gets recorded and played back to the whole group the next day. I didn’t drink too much though knowing I had to drive home, so I stopped pouring my beer at my third pint (we were buying jugs), and downing about a 1/3 of a jug just because I could.
Friday night was better though. Picture this. Young, quiet, shy guy (me) somehow managing to go on an adventure with a fellow colleague who doesn’t know me too well, nor do I know her too well. We had to find a bus stop to get home, from a place where we had no idea where we were, especially the bus stops. In the end, we find out, and discover the route might be convenient enough for us both. What we didn’t realise is that the route would take forever, and stop part way because the service finishes. One hour to travel less than a quarter of the route. It wasn’t looking pretty. Add to that being stranded middle of nowhere, and relying on her sister to pick us up. But I didn’t realise that it had been an hour on the bus given how caught up I was in talking to this girl. Some of it work related, some of it about ourselves. She is some sort of athletic machine; hiker, skier, snowboarder, triathlete, rock climber (outdoors, owns her own ropes etc).
For once, the first time in a long time, I felt some degree of excitement in my life, rediscovered some human element that I thought was dead in me. After all, things have been in a rut, one I’m struggling to escape from, and in many ways, I’ve been wishing upon some lightening bolt to reanimate me again. So, it seems boring to many perhaps, but to me, it has been interesting.
