as much as kevin hates on strava, he lives for it. i mean who else chases so many segments? its his whole life. i just figured it out; kevin should work for strava and make it even betterer.
about the drama thing, imagine if you had the chance to stop the drama before it ever started? or even repair it? sometimes i think, imagine if HIV or something terrible was created by someone, and then let it spread and just sat on the vaccine. now that its spread, its so damaged to all the other recipients its too late to keep them alive? that must be a crappy feeling. i mean you can try and do all the treatments and stuff and feel good that you tried, the media feels that you did everything you could to save the patients and stop the outbreak of this deadly disease, but in the end, you know that you had the vile of antidote that could stop everything? you see the havoc it creates on families, friends, everyone around them, it's pure hell for them. draining, dragging them down, because they can't do anything. they are just along for the ride of this deadly disease that isn't curable. oh man, thats heavy stuff right there.
sometimes i feel like its unavoidable, like allergies. you cannot avoid them, unless you move to alaska or something where you dont have any plants. at some point the trees bloom and the allergies go away, and it really is beautiful. dat lush green forrest life.
you live with the trees and flowers after they bloom, they are beautiful. the things that caused you so much pain for a month or so, actually aren't too bad in the end. granted its a vicious cycle of taking zyrtec, spraying chemicals up your nose or hiding inside. i myself get tired of blowing my nose with toilet paper at work (i'm on my second roll by the way) but i've found a decent way to suppress the allergies. wasn't it the dear poet, 50 cent, who said "sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain"? the rain helps my allergies, actually.
i guess at some point the pollen will go away and stop irritating our noses. in the mean time, you just wake up, you deal with it, you look them in the eyes (pollen doesn't have eyes) and you just co-exist. you both seem to hate each other, but you figure out a way to make it work. even though on the outside it seems normal, and strange. it doesn't make sense, since pollen doesn't have feelings, but it works, for now i guess. kind of like duct tape on a carbon frame.
now THAT is a rant about drama!
