What's a new guy supposed to say? I was born in a small town Ö
No wait Ö I went to college. Apparently, I was consuming a little too much alcohol. I ended up at a shrink for a few sessions, no big deal. He told me I have an "addictive" personality and that I could get addicted to the table in front of the two of us, if I had the opportunity. Anyways, I took two paths for further research: 1) the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, and 2) rigorous searching on the internet.
As I searched the web for narcissistic, addictive, excessive compulsive among other personality disorders, I continually found the slednutz.com website showing at the top of my search returns.
Knowing nothing about snowmobiles, I noticed another common denominator on this site seems to be long waits for the summer to end, or, at least, looking for some type of adrenaline rush during the winters, and slightly bi-polarized individuals. Hardly ever seeing a snowmobile or knowing very few local people that have one and trying to deal with my issues, I crossed paths with an old buddy who was heading out west and told me I could tag along, probably just for the gas money
The manifestation didn't seem to be satisfied and the voices in my head wouldn't stop. Before the trip was over and the girlfriend 1000 miles away
I began rationalizing a new hobby, like I need another one. Don't ask me how I got there. There's really no descent evidence to support the justification, since I canít even ride and my body size doesnít exactly conform to one of these things. Anyways, Iím searching for winter road trips Ö I mean a decent used snowmobile to tag along with my buddies. Driving for 14 hours in a pickup with three guys eating pork rinds is less expensive than the shrink or winter trips to South Beach. I hope at least the seats on these things are made out of silicone
Iíll feel more at home.
If I end up seeing some of you guys while Iím wrapped around a tree or hanging from a telephone line, do me one favor and donít offer me a beer. Have one yourself and talk about the nut you saw with a well-embellished bar story. I feel sorry for the insurance company I end up going with.
One of my good friends is a big post guy here; so, I'll leave him nameless, unless he wants to identify himself, creating a miserable association (with me) and jeopardizing his relationship with some of you more normal guys. As a word of advice (and I'm terrible with advice), if was him, I'd change my phone number, address and not respond to this post.
Thanks for listening. This was extremely therapeutic,
BTW, being brand new and not knowing what Iím doing, I'll probably need to excessively beef-up the hamster wheel, whatever sled I end up purchasing.
One more thing ... I'm really not made of money. The little voices make me do lots of things I shouldn't
The mortgage payment can wait a month.