I love the movie The Perfect Storm.
From the moment I first saw it in the theater, I was fascinated by the lifestyle. It’s a career that’s completely opposite of mine and it just looks fucking awesome to me.
Now, I know it’s hard work. But that’s one of the points! These are MEN. These guys don’t give a rats ass about buying a new pair of trendy shoes so they look good in the office. They don’t give a shit about Powerpoint presentations. Or writing reports that get you noticed. Or dick with computers. There’s politics everywhere, even on a fishing boat, but any fisherman who has a beef with another dukes it out, shakes hands and gets back to work. There’s no HR. The captain is HR. He screams “CUT THE SHIT!” and the shit immediately gets cut.
These guys lay with the women they love, women who don’t care if they smell, or need a shave, or how they look. They just love them for being their MEN. Then they wake, throw on yesterdays clothes, have a beer for breakfast and get on the boat, where they stay for days on end.
They work hard, They catch sleep when they can. They scream, curse, horse around and feel the thrill of the catch. Nobody showers before work, or makes sure their hair is perfect, or irons their shirt so it’s crisp and white. They duck rogue waves. They smoke the Marlboros that hang from their lips. They break their backs moving cages and pulling on their fishing poles. They work outside in the rain. And the cold. Wake, work. Eat, shit, piss. Laugh. Fight.
And when they come back into port, they offload their catch. And if they were lucky, they get paid four figures cash right at the pier. No direct deposit. No ATM or deposit slips. And their women wait for them on the dock, happy to see their smelly, dirty MEN. Then they go off to the bar, no matter what time it is, get drunk together, then make passionate yet tender love to one another.
I wanna be a fisherman.
Yes, I worked from home and watched The Discovery Channel all day.
Chicago last week, Boston next week, Miami in my future.
*cue the worlds smallest violin*
No, seriously though. I’m tired.
Thoughts that help me through a rough patch:
- Situations change. Move on.
- Some things in life aren’t as important as you thought they were.
- Be adept at adaptation.
- There’s always an alternative.
- Get over it.
And my personal favorite?
The world does not revolve around you.
The idea of having a puppy brings thoughts of cute doggy yips, late night walks with your little buddy and lots of sloppy wet dog kisses.
The reality is constant barking, sleepy walks in your boxers with your little shit machine and lots of sloppy wet dog french kisses if you sleep with your mouth open.