the Vicks sniffer

Who are we? Where do we come from, where are we going? I think it something that all of us are constantly asking ourselves…. That’s an assumption based on what’s been throttling my psyche as of late. I’ve had several experiences recently where I became painfully aware (not that I would change anything) that I have reached a point in my life where it is not easy, realistic, or in most cases even possible for me to explain how I got here… I mean ‘here” in the metaphorical sense as in my personal history. I guess that’s why I hold on so tightly to those individuals who don’t need any explanation. I’ve said it before and I’ll write it again, I can’t add anymore friends or family members to my small circle until one of you dies… Not a pleasant thought, but until there’s a vacancy, I just can’t take any applications. I don’t spend enough time listening to you all as it is.

The things I’ve come to realize are, you love your family and your friends for reasons known and unknown, they are the collective sum of your experience and your history, which is really cool, especially when they are as honest and thoughtful as mine are and have been. I know I’m the kind of guy who compartmentalizes his life, very George Costanza of me, (I too, enjoy eating a block of cheddar cheese on the couch wearing nothing but my underwear), but I digress…

You guys compartmentalize as well, I’m positive, but as a group you, (and you know who you are) are my past, present and future.

You make me laugh, (All the time) you have dry-cleaned T-shirts, with sweat stains on them – Heavy starched them no less- taken me on ski trips where I stayed liquored up on Nyquil…
You have put spinners on your dirt bike trailer; made me dinner and entertained me to no end, you have helped me build beeramids, -though it pissed off your wife and or girlfriends- and played Mario Cart till the wee hours of the morning…
You have taken me in, physically and metaphorically…. You have listened to my shit, given advice, (much of which I didn’t take) and sometimes money…
You have trusted me and made fun of me…. You have told me when I was out of line, and kicked my ass when I deserved it. You have served as examples in generosity, love, parenting and patience…
You have played guitar with me or listened to my shitty scatterbrained guitar playing….
You have made me wiser and introduced me to things that I hold dear….

In return, I have given you ativan, stories of incompetence, and hopefully a laugh now and then….

I find as I get closer to the kind of person I hope to be, that you realize, I love you guys because I don’t have to explain how I got here, only that I wouldn’t be here without you.

Consider yourselves…considered