I ended up drinking down by the river spot with some friends one sunny summer afternoon. Completely randomly, I remembered I had the number of a boy. He had long blonde hair, was skinny as a rail, and was very into heavy metal, I wasn’t as much. He was also adorable, but I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was unsure of my own feelings at the time of whether I was gay or not, I was only like 21 and he was 19.
I honestly have no idea why it dawned on me to text him. I just thought he was a cool guy and maybe fun to hang out with. We didn’t exactly run in the same social circles, we had a few of the same friends but had actually really never interacted much irl. A few times on last.fm and tumblr.
My friends started leaving and splitting off, and before it got dark, we had drank most of the bottle of fireball he brought and we were kissing and holding each other in the weird pallet / tree house thing above the river.
What’s extra crazy is he was sort of floating between living at a few places and was currently crashing at a mansion of all places, but it was like 20 miles north of the city and he didn’t have a car. He just happened to be in town on that one day, at the right time, that when I texted him, he was able to walk over.
That was 10 years ago. We’re planning on getting married after I finish some home renovations in the next year or so on our beautiful 1890s home (which coincidentally is by that same river).
How the fuck are people against this. What a beautiful read.
I had to register for a physical fitness class in college. There were several options, but a friend of mine suggested we take a Tae Kwon Do class. I registered, and he didn’t. He went with ultimate frisbee or something.
In Tae Kwon Do class, another friend introduced me to my now wife. That other friend also dropped the class, and my future wife didn’t have a sparring partner.
If I hadn’t registered for the class…
If my friend had taken it with me and we had been sparring partners…
If the other friend hadn’t dropped the class and had been my wife’s sparring partner…
We ended up hanging out a lot, bonding and talking while also kicking each other.
We also lived in the same off-campus housing. My roommates had wanted to get on-campus housing, but there were no rooms with kitchens left, only dorms by the time we picked. We voted, and I chose the place with the kitchen. If I had picked the dorms…
There were hundreds of other small decisions and weird coincidences, but ultimately we fell in love and have been together for 20 years.
A friend of mine offered me a yoga lessons.
At the time, my body was in a real bad way from decades of skateboard and snowboard injuries. I had just accepted that this was how things were going to be.
I figured what the hell, it can’t make things worse.
Over the course of about six months, I was able to walk, move, and sleep almost like normal. While it couldn’t fix much of the actual damage, my range of motion greatly increased, I have a lot less headaches and neck pain, and the pain in my joints has greatly diminished.
Now at almost 50, I am back on the boards, though since my landing gear is fucked it’s a much more mellow style of riding.
Interesting. My body is also kinda fucked because of my bad decision to carry half my weight to school every day - now at 24 I already have a slightly hunched back and deal with back pain. I wonder if I should try some yoga…
You should try some yoga.
Can’t speak to all yoga, and I specifically avoided the woo woo side of things, but it really did help as far as posture, flexibility, and various chronic joint pain.
The way it was explained to me was that various muscle groups were locked up trying to protect for example, my knee injury, so now my hips, back, shoulder, neck, etc where all out of whack.
The process involved working backward through the various muscles and joints, loosening them up so that we could work on the next group, until I could finally move and strengthen around the original injury.
I haven’t gone for about eight years, but keep up with basic stretching and breathing excercises enough to maintain mobility.
In the end I’m going to require knee surgery to actually fix the root problem.
Horse Armor.
For those who aren’t aware https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/events/horse-armor
At the time some people did say that this is a start of something horrible. How right they were.
At the last minute I decided to go to my 10 year high school reunion with a couple buddies I had stayed in touch with. Ended up running into a lady I’d obviously gone to high school with but never knew super well, some shared classes and band and stuff. Hit it off and here we are now, married for five years.
For me its whenever someone gets me hooked on a band. A specific example is a friend I knew briefly really, got me with the band Say Anything. I listen them a lot. So a small decision to ditch school that day and hang out with him has impacted my life just by the amount of time I’ve spent jamming.
I love how many of these are “I went outside for like 3 picoseconds and now i’m married”
There was this dude who applied for art school. They rejected him, which basically led to WW2 later on.
