The day I started walking.....

So where do I begin, I could start at the beginning and tell the story of Buddy from start till now, as we are all on our Spirit Walk all of our lives in one way shape or form, as everything we do, everything we learn, everything we see, touch ,feel , experience, all leads to our interpretations and understanding of the world and how we fit into it.

But for now I will focus on this leg of my life journey, which I will call my official Spirit walk, which now encompasses my life as I am accepting it as my destiny. The day that I began this was quite an adventure itself, and chapters, or even a novel could be written about the events leading up to it itself, but for now I will just focus on the walk.

The walk started around 8am the day after my buddies wedding, I was half still drunk, begging to be hungover, and very confused, angry, lost in the world at this moment. And I just needed some room to clear my head and try to focus on some things.

This wedding weekend was quite eventful for me. I had met this girl who I was instantaneously awestruck by, and we really had a strong primal connection.Well stepping forward to the night of the wedding reception, I spent a lot of time, talking to her, and enjoying her company, and I was really feeling quite good about myself, as she was beautiful, and her personality was completely amazing, and I could tell that she seemed to be enjoying my company as much as I was hers.

Of course following the reception me and “da boys” were all planning on heading out to tear up the town in our normal fashion, and I had asked her if she would like to join us, and though slightly reluctant at first as she thought she may have duties called upon her to head out with the bridal party that she was a member of, and probably a slight fearfulness of rolling along with this crazy guy and his friends that she had just met this weekend, I sold her over on the idea with my wit and charm, on the idea of just going with the flow and not worrying so much about the outcome as it would all work out, as it always does with me, as I am Buddy of course.

When she went to inform the bridal party of this decision however, some past events and decisions, and lifestyle choices came back to bite me right in the butt. I guess a few of the “girls” informed her, that it might not be the best decision to “roll with me” that night, and she decided to head their advice. Well when she gave me this news, I was pretty crushed, I am not going to lie.

Here my swollen ego that night was just trampled, and I began to get very angry, first at her for changing her mind, then at the “girls” who “warned her” not to go, then at myself for giving them reasons that they thought they were warranted on “warning her” not to go. Basically I just became pissed at the world the way that I usually do, and just as the devil loves to feed on opportunity, there she came a knocking. I could feel the vibrations of my phone ringing in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a strange number, and then I remembered giving my number to the hot blonde hairdresser who gave me the awesome doo I was rocking, when I invited her to come crash the reception later with me.

Well she was calling in on this deal, and right at the perfect time when I needed to recover my ego, and my night. Well she showed up a bit later, and I met her outside, where she was dressed like a hooker, but looking amazing. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to parade her around the reception (note that the girls from the bridal party had already departed for the evening). Well after some shocked faces, being handed a condem from my nephew, and taking the final sips of the free liquor that was available for the night, we headed out on the town.

The first bar we stopped at, we ran into some friends of mine, and one of hers, and we sat down and started drinking etc. She decided she wanted to kick the party up a notch and made a few calls to find a party where she could go get some nose candy, she invited me to come along, and even though I wanted no part of the partaking for myself, having a gorgeous blonde, all coked up and horny hanging all over me for the evening did sound like a pretty interesting option for my night. But then this sad feeling came over me, and I chose against it. I told her to go ahead and stop back and I would just wait there, and as she left I found a girl I hadn’t seen since high school and her boyfriend and convinced them to give me a ride to the bar where all my boys were at. The night progressed in its usual drunken fashion, and I ended up getting dropped off at my moms house. This entire time my head was all in lala land and I was all pissed at the world for everything that led to messing up this opportunity I thought that I had with this amazing girl, based on stupid decisions I had made in the past.

I was furious with the girls that told her not to go hang out with me after, I was furious with the world for what I blamed it on for always doing these things to me, and I was furious at me for putting myself in that place in the first place. I woke up at around 7:00 am still drunk and still in this messed up state in my head, I didn’t want to lay around all day with a hangover in this mental state, so I felt like I needed to walk it off, and my car was at my boys house which was in Hopwood which was about 10 miles away by way the crow flies. So what the hay right. I got out of bed and decided to start walking, and what a walk it has been, stay tuned for stories, songs, quotes, rants, raves, all covering the spirit walk that my life has always been on, so you can to see the world through buddy’s eyes.