The first impact was a tree root, and it made an audible crunch. I felt pain shoot up my entire leg, and yelped a little.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...that one actually hurt. My toe feels weird. ...It's okay."

He looked at me for a second longer, his eyebrows pushed together. I gave him an encouraging smile and we kept on the trail. We were on mile fifteen of our hike, and, up until that point, I'd been feeling pretty strong and able to finish the hike.

Now I was shaking a little.

The second impact came from a rather large rock, about a mile or a mile and a half later, and my eyes teared up. We were less than five hundred feet from the car, so I pushed forward and insisted everything was fine, that, "Worst case, it's broken."

...Worst case happened. I got the shoe off, in the shower room, and grabbed the toe to wiggle it, ignoring the pain for a second to inspect its stability.

It crunched uselessly.

"AHHH SHOOT."

(Author's Note: I can hear myself saying this in my head because it is exactly how I react to bodily harm.)

Standing on one foot, I checked myself for ticks (none, what the heck) and showered. Then I rinsed out my Camelbak's reservoir, hung it up to dry, and went to sleep because my whole body was confused by this sudden introduction of intense pain.

I woke up still crunchy.

Now it's all buddied up with its neighbor, happily difficult to move. I should be in more pain but I'm freaking Batman so WHERE'S RACHEL you stupid broken toe you don't hurt me NYAH.


NOW FOR A SHORT DISCUSSION ON FEAR, which is one of the topics that truly infuriates me.

Buying stuff will not make you interesting or lovable. Stop being afraid of being alone and not fitting in. Everyone feels alone, at some point, everyone is single, at some point, and you don't need to be afraid of people not thinking you're their type of person, because, frankly, people will hate you more if you pretend to love something than they will if you hate something upfront (plus everyone can tell when you aren't passionate about something and it's really annoying to watch someone lie).

You DO NOT need videogames to make friends with gamers, just like you don't need to have to drink just to get along with drinkers. People either respect your conviction to yourself and your interests, and will find common ground, or they won't like you, and you'll know one more person with whom you would never want to hang out, BECAUSE GUESS WHAT, THAT PERSON IS A JERK.

I'm so sick of seeing people trapped within that need to do everything and be everything in hopes to increase the possibility of finding a mate/more friends/more acceptance. It infuriates me that society has us thinking we have to consume, and hide, and fill ourselves up with things we don't care about, in order to get along in this world.

...I'll start.

I freaking love the outdoors and I cannot stand going to amusement parks. Roller coasters could cease to exist tomorrow and I would not bat an eye. I also don't like golf or watching football. Or futbol. I like basketball. I don't usually play video games, nor do I like drinking. My favorite drink is NOT water, screw health, I LIKE CRANBERRY JUICE. AND PASTRIES. I freakin' love pastries.


So let's see, I guess everyone who loves roller coasters, most major sports, video games, drinking, and/or healthy eating is OUT OF MY LIFE.


...Welp it appears I made my point without meaning to, because I've dated someone in every category I just listed and we got on fine.


So in conclusion, crunchy toes, and society can suck it, because I am not afraid of ending up alone.

CRUNCHY TOES BECAUSE I AM NOT AFRAID OF BEING ALONE.



PS: Out of nowhere, I started watching Star Trek, and it's actually winning, in my books, over most modern television shows. It's especially awesome, after watching the one Star Trek movie (2009), because you can see how they filled in certain uncertainties like the double pilot, not to mention all the homage paid to the original series. That's something I've noticed about the "nerd community" as a whole; every movie based on a graphic novel, comic book, or sci-fi show that I've seen has slipped in a few tiny pieces of history from the origin.

PPS: I was surprised about the lack of ticks because the person with whom I was hiking racked up about fifteen. If you mind ticks, though, you won't like hiking. Fact of life.

PPPS: Can someone please bring me Crunchy Cheetos? Saying the word "crunchy" a bunch gave me a craving for those and Crunch Berries.

The bold part of this entry reminds me of this guy who used to sit next to me in Astronomy and tell me about his girl troubles. He sat down one day and was telling me about how he was going to buy these expensive Mario-themed shoes to impress girls (even though he often complained about how broke he was). I didn't understand how that ridiculous purchase would help, but he kept saying that girls would notice his shoes and come up to talk to him. lulz
» randomjunk on 2012-05-29 12:06:51

Preach it girl.
Thanks o much for the comment, I agree. It is great being alive and changing for the better. I'm proud to say that I'm getting over my ex and ready to be a bad ass and love again eventually.

ps. crunchy chee..toes
» dont-see on 2012-06-04 04:16:02

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