Here is a picture I made.

I cannot Empathise with you.

A lack of confidence in my ability to fish, along with my self-absorption in understanding what defines me, does not allow for empathy.

The best I can offer is an invitation for you to come sit over here with me, in hopes that we may each make a self discovery that will lead to our separate happiness, or at the very least the feeling of contentment.

This futility of fishing can't last forever, can it?

I purchased a new car today.

I purchased a Mazda.

Its cool, I can plug my iPod right into the stereo. Instead of having to rely on FM modulation and the associated interuptions from Howard Stern listening jerks with more powerful modulators, I can listen to my emo music in digital peace.

So I've got that going for me.

I feel this needed to be restated.

For some people that I am sure are not reading my blog.

You are trying to remember why you needed those zippered waders, maybe you
are trying to be someone you're not?

These extreme adventure anglers
that you see on the film tours are making you feel insecure.

They tell
you about the latest in outerwear systems, the gear that you bought last year is
obsolete.

You went out and purchased the latest fast action fly rod so
that you can keep up with all the other sheep.

So pack up your gear and
go hit the water, but leave that orange vest on the floor. It makes you look
awkward, you feel like a whore. You're not you anymore.