I've done too much therapy. I ran out of angst. I'm obsessed with skating and I don't want to do anything else.
No new life experiences.
No dating.
No adventures.
Nothing to write about.
Nothing to talk about.
I'm boring.
Nobody wants to hear about how important it is to practice edgework or how hard it is to do backwards outside edges on one foot and how yet impossible backwards crossovers still seem to be.
Nobody will get it if I talk about how I can only do these things if I stick my ass out twenty-three feet behind me.
It's not engaging material writing about the warmups that I have to do every time if I wanna have any fun on the ice because my joints just don't cut loose and party like they used to.
Inside edges, outside edges, crossovers, eights, vines, forwards, backwards, c-cuts...
I don't have any skater friends.
I WANT SKATER FRIENDS!!
I'm 42 and I want skater friends. I'm the only 42-year-old on the planet that wants skater friends. I don't just feel boring, I feel weird.
Weird.
Huh.
Ha!
Like feeling weird is a new thing.
Ah, well...
If anyone needs me, I'll be at the rink.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try.
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