on When it Rains, it Pours

first: take a full flying knee from a 200+ pound dude straight in the thigh and live on the top floor of your apartment. YAYYY

so sometimes things are just working out for you. you throw parties that put the row to shame, you have tons of fun, you make people drink away their sorrows after you bring Blitzkrieg on whatever BP skills they think they have, you play a little water polo at night, you mix in a little class after waking up at noon, you record some pretty tunes for the ladies, you get your swoll on in the weight room on the reg, you visit the fam and see your sister on espn2, you destroy steak barbeques for the nfl playoffs and family dinners. in other words, you've got it going on.

all the sudden, youre caught in the rain with your umbrella upside down 2 miles away. home boy needs some soup and wishes he listened to the airline stewardess when she explained how to turn your seat into a floatation device. funny how the weather can somehow dictate how your whole life goes. the storms begin. my hometown turns into a 10 mile slip and slide made of mud. Los Angelinos are swimming to work and who the fuck ever heard of a tornado in Southern California. i had elementary teachers say they'll die before they ever see a tornado in LA, its simply impossible with the geography. someone must have gone postal on the Fremont Elementary faculty then. Dorothy, are you high? we're still in fucking Kansas. even BR's gotta throw out a rant about the rain, and yes i agree, anyone who says they love the rain has a special circle in hell reserved just for them.

so i had to take a break from this bad boy for this very reason. with the rain came some serious indoor time, and a downpour of decisions to be made. youd think being stuck inside lends itself to writing this stuff perfectly, but apparently the good lord dropped the ball for a bit and finally noticed how much i was CHILLING. even chick put me in the refrigerator i was so cool. turns out people gotta go all Big Daddy and throw a giant stick into your rollerblades of awesome living, precisely as the thunder starts to roll. for various reasons im not gonna go into much detail, but i'll do what i do best and turn it into a sports metaphor:

say you run some po-folk basketball team, and kobe bryant hits you up and says, "you mase dawg, my homie, my boy Sunday. please, please, let me be your shooting guard". ummm, im getting punk'd and im gonna beat ashton's face in. false. kobe drops triple doubles every night for you and life doesnt get better. now your thinking about a long term contract. boom, LeBron James hits you up and says wants a shot at runnning the show. crap. Chris Paul rolls up in a range rover and starts dressing in the locker room. Kevin Durant spikes all the other guy's gatorade and storms the court. John Wall will kill your family if you dont draft him out of Kentucky, and Shaq asks them all how his ass tastes and chokes them all out. CLEARLY you cant have all these guys out on the court, and the locker room's gonna implode, let alone my head.

thats the best description i can do and i'll leave it at that. but clearly, this is a disaster. and when it rains, it pours. right?

you chose... poorly

dead wrong. any general manager would kill for this problem, and it turns out, its not even a problem at all. i learned from a good friend recently, much love to K-Dawg for this one, that if you really take a good look at what youve got going on, things that seem to just pile on and on and leave you with paper shoes in bad weather, a lot of the time, are things that are 100% up to you. Put simply, K-Dawg loves to run. then, complains about complains about having to wake up at 7 to run. THEN DONT RUN. now thats about as Fremont elementary as it gets, but stuff that seems more complicated can be broken down to exactly that. a bunch of crap we complain about is actually either stuff we put on ourselves and could change with ease in the drop of a hat, or stuff that we have no business even thinking about let alone stressing over. break it down, and look at it a little different. keep doing the things you love, and dont put things on you that are out of your control, that'll all work out on its own. if you like it, its worth thinking about, otherwise let it slide, and youre one step closer to Ferris Bueller himself. Leisure Rules.

so when it rains, just let it pour, turn on the tv, and watch Kobe do his thing.