I may, or may not, have spent the day out on the lake fishing with no shirt and no sunscreen. Ok, I definately did. I am not going to complain about my condition, I brought this upon myself...
Wait, did I just say that? Did I just take responsibility for my condition instead of blaming this cruel, hard world for singling me out and making me suffer? What have I become?
Anyway, this infliction is making me self conscious, further damaging what little confidence I have left. I fear society may shun people like me, people with body pain, people with flaming red skin. I do not want to be treated as a second class citizen. I just want some water to help with this dehydration. I just want to be acknowledged. :'(
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I may have a sickness.
I threw away all of my flies a couple months ago. Thats right, right into the trash can.
I guess I thought it would be a good idea to start over. It wasn't. My flyboxes are over halfway full again but I constantly find myself scrambling to tie some needed flies the night before a fishing outing because I threw those perfectly good ones I used to have into the trash.
Why do I do the things I do? Is there something wrong with me?
I guess I thought it would be a good idea to start over. It wasn't. My flyboxes are over halfway full again but I constantly find myself scrambling to tie some needed flies the night before a fishing outing because I threw those perfectly good ones I used to have into the trash.
Why do I do the things I do? Is there something wrong with me?
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
This is the best that I can do.
Every instant spent with my online 'friends' becomes an instant closer to the realization that, very soon, the energy I put into trying to fit in, trying to be 'one of the guys', is going to turn into apathy.
Once, I had pride. Now, every time they cut me with their words, talk about me behind me back, or blog about me what little self-confidence is left is whittled away.
I try, even though the outcome is quite obviously predetermined.
I will try, even if I wasn't cut out to be a fisherman.
This really is the best I can do.
Once, I had pride. Now, every time they cut me with their words, talk about me behind me back, or blog about me what little self-confidence is left is whittled away.
I try, even though the outcome is quite obviously predetermined.
I will try, even if I wasn't cut out to be a fisherman.
This really is the best I can do.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tying flies is very much like fishing.
I fail at both.
I tied a dozen salmonflies last night to send to some friends for an upcoming trip. Here is an example:

The collar is too big, among other flaws. I will not be surprised if these flies are spiked in the trash immediately after arrival.
The picture was also taken in my bathroom. Pretty pathetic, huh?
What. a. failure.
I tied a dozen salmonflies last night to send to some friends for an upcoming trip. Here is an example:
The collar is too big, among other flaws. I will not be surprised if these flies are spiked in the trash immediately after arrival.
The picture was also taken in my bathroom. Pretty pathetic, huh?
What. a. failure.
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