Conditions

                In my life, I have had a miniscule number of body injuries that have been serious or worrisome.  In the summer of 2008 I hyper-extended my knee, which still from time to time bothers me, but I don’t consider it a threatening injury.  A year and a half ago, I had a disease scare which opened my eyes to the possibilities of limitations which I could acquire in my lifetime.  I began to have bowel problems in July of 2010.  At first, I thought nothing of it, but after 6 months of problems, I began to worry.

I went to the doctors to find out that I had a potential case of Crohn’s Disease, which is a very serious problem that can lead to many severe issues later in life.  I had a colonoscopy at age 25, and swallowed a camera pill capsule to have the diagnosis of the disease decided.  There were about 3 weeks that went by where I had to read up on and asses the changes I would have to make in my life to accommodate for the disease.  It was an awful feeling.  I was eventually told that after the examination and pictures, I did not have Crohn’s, but had Irritable Bowel Syndrome (which basically means I don’t have Crohn’s, but they don’t know what it is).  A year has passed since the news, and my condition has bettered, though still not to 100% as before.

It was such an eye-opening experience for me; I didn’t know what to do.  I was so shocked because I had always taken such good care of myself and my body.  Some things are hard to swallow, and the idea that my condition was beyond anything that I could do to better myself was one of them.  Many of us (including me) become comfortable with things we are not limited by on a daily basis, and when we are faced with facts which could even slightly hinder some of the things which we are lucky to never be forced to take into consideration, it can be a huge game-changer.  I never thought I would have to pay attention to everything I eat (beyond what is healthy and not healthy), but now I pay attention to every reaction my body has to anything that I put in it.  I have to test out different grains and how my intestines react to them, how I feel in the morning from the meal last night, etc.  Now honestly, my condition is DWARFED by so many other conditions which are far more severe, and I am thankful for that, but it has absolutely changed my perspective of what my limitations for treating my body are, and what is beyond my control.

One of my friends from home in Massachusetts has a Congenial Heart Disease, and another is a Cancer survivor and currently battles with Crohn’s Disease.  They have both showed me that despite what you have been given you can always fight back, and to always be grateful for what opportunities we have to be on this planet.  No matter what condition you are in (physically or psychologically), you must think of it as opportunity to prove that you can overcome any obstacles that are placed in your path.

On Altered Reality

                A couple of weeks ago, I drove North of Santa Monica to the Valley for a concert at the Cobalt Café to see the band Casey Jones perform on their official final tour as a band.  Their message as a band represents a very meaningful aspect of my life, and to have the chance to see them one last time was a good way to remind me of why I am proud to be “Stright Edge”.

                “Straight Edge” is a term coined by the band Minor Threat, which brought about a movement in the 1980’s of an alcohol and recreational drug free culture.  I was in High School when I first learned about the ideals of Straight Edge, which were heavily incorporated in the music scene that I had at the time just immersed myself in.  When I learned about this entire network of people who had the same feelings as I about drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol, I was immediately attached.

At the time, many of my friends were beginning experiment with drugs and alcohol, which I quickly discovered I wanted to have nothing to do with.  The ideas of an altered state of mind for enjoyment didn’t make sense, and it raised so many questions for me.  What is wrong with the state of being which we are already a part of, and what is so dull about it?  Why do you need to pretend to “not remember” last night but spend the next 15 minutes mapping your entire journey’s details to me?  Why is it cool to tell your friends about how stupid you acted, and how many people you almost got into a fight with?  Why would I want to chance getting into an accident and seriously hurting myself?  Why would I want to chance seriously hurting someone ELSE?  Why do I want waste half of my weekend laying in bed with a hangover because of an overdose of alcohol on a Friday night just to keep up with the bro-dudes who are going to be overweight with beer belly’s by their early 30s?

I will admit that I have had personal family experiences which have drastically helped shape my decisions to not drink, but I can’t help but point out that there is no possible way that it is as uncommon a motivation for others to make the same choices.  Recreational drinking to an acceptable level is understandable, but for people to literally pass out or end up in the hospital because of what they are drinking is and will always be far beyond any plausible and reasonable explanation to me.

Cigarettes are an even easier activity to deny.  Did anyone else learn in the 5^th grade that Cigarettes cause cancer, and are a photo-finish away from being the worst thing that you can do to your body, only second to putting a gun to your face and pulling the trigger?  I understand that our parents’ generation were not as knowledged on the affects, but there is absolutely no excuse for current generations.  Why would anyone want to have the lung capacity of an 80 year old while in their 40s?  Albeit most people don’t want to die at a young age, many are choosing to cut theirs short and can’t find the will power to change.  It’s a tough addiction to overcome, and that I understand. But when it means early death in an already fragile existence, what valid excuse can trump?  I attest that there is none.

College was easily the most disconcerting experiences with regards to drug and alcohol abuse which I have ever had the displeasure to experience.  People I knew from High School had gone from excelling in their studies to failing out of the higher education system.  It was literally scary to watch people throwing away their values for some cheap laughs and stories.  An ex-girlfriend delighted in telling the story of how she flooded a hotel room during a semester abroad in France due to an alcoholic blackout, causing hundreds of dollars of damage (an event which I still award no brownie points for, but would be interested to know if others are able to grasp the comedic entity of it).  Though the ‘peer pressure’ of college seemed to run most peoples’ self respect, morals, and history into the ground, I was able to escape it drug and alcohol free. Despite my choice, I, like everyone else, still found it to be one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life.  The only difference is that I and a handful of friends spent our time unconventionally sober.  My senior year Spring Break actually consisted of a road trip with two of my best friends, Joe and Bob, to Virginia Beach to view a Casey Jones concert, where we were able to share a long weekend of singing and embracing of our long term friendship.

Growing up with a group of friends who believed in many of the same ideals as I surely made the avoidance of drugs and alcohol much easier, and I am thankful to say many of my friends still hold true to the foundations which we laid so long ago.  My beautiful and loving girlfriend, Kate Surgen (who I not surprisingly met through many shared co-sober times in college) is one of those people who shares similar feelings as I do towards the negative aspects of these issues, and always supports my conscious decisions.

This does not mean that I do not advocate the bar and club scene, it just means that I think there are infinite other ways to meet new people and have conversations that are (in my opinion) more valuable.  I will continue to go through my life in one unaltered consciousness, and will take that accomplishment with me to the grave.

Deference to Max

Today has over the last decade become the day that I celebrate my long-time pet Max’s birthday.  I don’t know why, because I know that I bought him sometime close to my First Communion in late April / early May, but alas, I celebrate it on this day.  Since I was a tiny little boy, I have been fascinated by the Earth’s natural world.  I remember being in absolute awe when I would go to places such as the zoo, or to the Aquarium.  I’m pretty sure that the majority of my birthday celebrations were requested to be accompanied by a trip to the Aquarium, or the Ecotarium in Worcester.

Though I was always obsessed with animals, for some reason turtles became the most fascinating to me.  I was always enthralled by their anatomical characteristics, which evolution had so strangely molded in a completely different manner than anything else that I had experienced, or could grasp.  I remember summers in Maine where the elusive sighting or catching of (what was seemingly in my youth) the human body weight-equivalent Common Snapping Turtle.  I was amazed by their size and ability to be so large yet so elusive.  Year in and year out, the sightings always excited me more than anything else which I can recall from childhood.

I attained the idea that I could come to observe a turtle whenever I please if I were to have my own as a pet.  I remember my Aunt provided me with a glass tank that would become his home, and was unendingly thankful for it.  I next was able to use the funds from which I gained through my First Communion gifts to visit a local pet store (Tropical Isle, to be exact) to pick my new friend.  I spent a good amount of time contemplating which turtle I wanted, and finally made the decision (to which I am sure my parents were less than thrilled about, as I am sure they were aware of the potential life span of a turtle that was well maintained).  When I got him back to the house, put him in his new abode, and I watched him until I slept that night.

Max and I have since shared more experiences than any other aquatic turtle and an owner, I’m sure.  He was a mutant animal that terrorized my G.I. Joes, and the challenger of the Undertaker in a wrestling match. He’s been the star of a few photo shoots.  He has travelled from my parents’ back yard in Massachusetts to the woods of Maine, and now over 3,000 miles to Southern California as a carry-on baggage item, courtesy of Virgin Airlines.  He has met every single one of my friends and family members.  He has seen me at my best, and seen me at my worst.  He watched me graduate High School and College.  He saw my first dates, and my latest’s.  He was there through funerals and weddings.  The best part about having a pet such as a turtle is to be able to witness something which most people will never understand.  There is a mutual connection and understanding between the two of us that goes beyond spoken words.  He doesn’t judge me for what I choose to do or not do.  He doesn’t care what I wear, or what mistakes I make.  He doesn’t try to tell me what I should do with my life, or voice his opinions when I feel like sharing mine.

 There’s obviously a distinct possibility that this turtle doesn’t even recognize me on a day to day basis.  That being said, there’s also the possibility that he knows what he has done for me over the last 18 years of my life, and why should anyone strip him of that respect?  Sometimes the best thing a pet like Max can do for a person is fuel a sense of guidance, comfort, motivation, inspiration, or passion which cannot be obtained through other people.  Regardless of what has happened to me each day over the last 18 years, Max has been there.  That simple fact alone is reassuring for me every day, and he is able to remind me that no matter what happens, the simple fact of being here is a gift and is enough.  Here’s to you, Max.  The least I can do for you is praise you via my blog, and buy you some juicy worms for your birthday dinner.

Cheers, my old friend!
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