I don’t know, you guys. I feel so guilty writing this right now, but I can’t get it out of my brain.
So, yesterday morning we woke up at our camp site next to a couple that was probably in their early 30’s. I’m, honestly, not trying to publicly judge them or make it seem like I think we’re “better” than them. I was just shocked at how different their lifestyle was from ours and it got me thinking.
Basically, starting around 7 AM, they were smoking weed, smoking cigarettes, drinking beers, smoking more weed in their car with the windows rolled up tight, and…now, not that this is really that big of a deal, but when grouped up together with the previous activities it sort of doesn’t surprise me…they built a huge fire when the rules, specifically, established that you were only supposed to light fires between the hours of 6 PM and midnight. They weren’t being obnoxious, loud or rude by any means. It wasn’t that at all. But, this clearly wasn’t their first rodeo. It was more like their “routine”. Sort of like how we get up, drink coffee, check the headlines, have something to eat, drink some more coffee, then go hit the shower. Except, they were doing different things.
Ok, I know the fire observation makes me sound super anal and nerdy, but it’s part of how I remember the whole scene.
I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about what it must feel like to live that sort of lifestyle.
Ben reminded me that I had told him about a guy I saw on my way to the gym on Tuesday morning, too. I was driving along, singing out loud to some country music, sipping my UCan pre-wod drink, when I saw this guy who was maybe a little younger than me in a wife beater smoking a cigarette and drinking liquor out of the bottle while checking his mailbox.
We had the same talk about both scenarios: can you imagine starting your day off like that? The camping couple was on Sunday morning…which means they were likely gettin’ after it on Saturday night, too. And, the guy on the side of the road was on Tuesday morning after Memorial Day weekend; again, he probably went hard all weekend, too.
Look, I get tailgating before a Pats game and college students getting up on a Saturday morning the day of a big game and partying in their pajamas. And, I get that we’re on the other end of the spectrum: we’re get all wrapped around the axle about where our protein sources originate from and whether our daily caloric intake is hitting all of our macro numbers or not. So, we’re looking at other situations through a very small pinhole sized lens.
But, I just can’t stop trying to figure out what their bodies feel like all the time, what their general personal hygiene standard is like, or if they have children that they’re responsible for raising and, if so, what that scene is like.
I feel terrible saying all of this because I know we all have our things: texting while driving, drinking too much, gossiping, telling white lies (or, just general lies), yelling at our friends and/or family. I know none of us are perfect and we have no right to point at others and think of all the things they should do differently because they could most certainly look at us and come up with a list of things we should change, too.
It’s just that scenes like this make me wonder how they got where they got, and we ended up where we did.
Was it the schools we went to? Our parents and how they raised us? Was it a specific coach or teacher that left a great…or, terrible…impression on us? Did a boyfriend or girlfriend hurt us so badly that we will forever be broken? Are some of us born with a special gene that makes us mentally stronger and able to overcome certain life obstacles than others? Was it a book we read or a movie we saw that somehow shaped our attitude towards how we end up living our lives?
I don’t know. All I do know is that Jonah kept asking, “Oh my God! Is that a skunk again!?!”