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Have you ever had one of those days? A day where nothing is really wrong but nothing is right. Moments where you just don’t give a crap but then you do. Today was one of those days where people were morons, people were disrespectful, and people were idiots. I guess it’s good my roommate is who she is because other than her, I was not happy with anybody today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. My tailbone hurts, my ankle hurts and I can’t sleep. And pain killers just put me in a damn daze all day so I won’t be taking them anymore. Tomorrow is tomorrow and today was today. The sun will rise and breakfast will not be served. One can only hope tomorrow is brighter than today.

I was never one of those people who thought about the ‘good’ old days. I try to have fun every second of every day. Every day is a good day. Yes, there are moments of sadness and moments of boredom and moments of what the hell, but for the most part I’ve never been a person who asked ‘what if?’ I always went after what I wanted and even though most of the time I’d fall flat on my face, I could wake up the next day, look in the mirror, and say I did it. It never mattered if it was just talking to some random girl, starting a conversation with some elitist high class person, jumping out of an airplane, going on a job interview where I’d probably have no shot, or taking a job that might mean a lot of long hours. I was never a big believer in just talking about crap. If I talk about it the most likely scenario is I’m going to do it. As outlandish as some of my ideas and aspirations are, I’m going to attempt to complete them. It gets me in trouble often, but I’d rather try something and fail instead of wishing I would have tried after the fact. You never know unless you try I guess. And it’s always about the journey. You only live once so you might as well as enjoy every minute and moment. Who wants to be that old bitter person who looks back at their life and says “if only I would have done this” or who wants to be dead and everybody at your funeral wondering “if only.” If only shouldn’t even be in somebodies vocabulary. Either you do it or you forget about it. No worth wondering what the hell could have been or what would have been or how much fun something might have been. Just do it as they say. You only live once.

I told you I’d have pictures and a story…
If you are a friend of mine on facebook, then you’ve seen this pictures already…at least if you looked at them. If you’re not a friend on FB or didn’t look at them yet, then check them out, come back and read the Walk of an insane man (from Oceanside, CA to La Jolla, CA – 31+ miles later).

Oceanside to La Jolla Walk..

So where do I start? Well that’s simple what idiotic person would actually think about walking from Oceanside, CA to Pacific Beach(PB) ? That’s over 30 miles in walking and knowing how I roll and my ‘shortcuts’, that’s closer to 40 miles. No sane person would willingly do this. In fact, some people might have refused to do this if they had a gun held to their head or were offered $10K. But I guess I (PJAM3, PJAM, Peter J Jamack III, PJ3, Pistol Pete, Pete da killa, Bloody Pete, Peter J, Petey Pete, Peter, Pete, whatever name you want to call me) isn’t sane. More like insane considering after the long insane walk I went horseback riding the next day. Yes I must be insane. How do I put up with myself?

I changed plans early on in the day because it seems the Coaster train that goes from Downtown San Diego up to Oceanside, CA and back only runs out of Oceanside till 630pm on Saturdays. I was not going to make it up to Oceanside from PB by 630pm. So I needed to figure out another option to complete my trek. And not starting my trek was definitely NOT in my vocabulary at that time. What did I do you might ask? Well stay tuned…Just kidding.

I figured I could park downtown and take the Coaster up to Oceanside early in the morning. $6.50 for a one way ticket was pretty good. But go figure early meant the earliest train out of San Diego was 945am and wouldn’t arrive into Oceanside until like 1040am. Great, I was going to start my journey close to lunch time. No worries though.

The ride on the Coaster was magnificent. It was relatively empty and I sat up on the second deck. Great views, relaxing(even though the seats were not that comfortable), but nothing can be that perfect can it. There was some little kid about 9 or 10. He was a bit on the chubby side and he decided to run back and forth the entire time. And running back and forth wasn’t just enough but he had to scream, shout, holler, plus run back and forth and bang each seat. He never touched my seat but his behavior was annoying as hell. Add to the fact his fat father seemed to just sit and chuckle at all this and you have on big fat family I guess. It sure didn’t look like this kid ran much. More like ate too much. I will stop now. It was annoying is all I’ll say and I’m sure the other passengers on the trip felt the same as I did. At least they didn’t go all the way to Oceanside. They got off around Carlsbad. Anyway…

So I get off in Oceanside and it’s raining. Some older couple got off the train with me and their family laughed and said, “Welcome to the great Southern California weather.” It was kind of funny as there was nothing but overcast skies and some drops of rain. Not what you’d expect I guess. It was a bit on the chilly side too and I wasn’t too smart in my attire choices. I wore a muscle workout shirt with no sleeves and shorts. I did wear plenty of sunscreen lotion this time but like I would need it much.

To be continued…..

You ever just have one of those days where it seems everything is fine but it’s really not. I think that’s how I felt today. Nothing crazy happened. Nothing bad or good crashed into my life. It was just a day where you don’t really feel good or bad. I guess I just feel empty. Or maybe I’ve just felt this way for quite some time and it’s just like staring at a wet wall waiting for the paint to dry but it’s always damp and raining outside.

You know an odd thing I’ve noticed since I moved to the west coast are people who seem to be flakes and fakes. Yes a lot of people out here(California, Oregon, or Washington) are fakes and flakes. Or more like the term ‘flake’ is often used for everything when it comes to communication issues or plain old rude behavior. There are times when you just want to avoid confrontation and arguments and then ignore somebody. Nothing wrong with that. There are other times when you have to put on the happy face and go with the flow for political or friend related concerns. Other times you just put somebody in their place. Not here in California or Seattle for most people. It seems they aren’t flakes or fakes. Flat out liars and assholes. Nothing wrong with that if they admit it. Or as I like to call them, ‘pretend nice people’.

What is a ‘pretend nice person’ ?

It is a person who would be considered a flake. Instead of telling you they aren’t coming or they have other plans or they don’t want to come, they avoid the whole conversation. Sometimes they’ll say they are coming or going. Sometimes they’ll just ignore the question but ask to be invited somewhere. It is a weird occurrence that seems to happen all the time out here. And it doesn’t seem to matter if it’s males, females, friends, dates, girlfriends, boyfriends, co-workers, managers, etc. If you don’t want to go or can’t go just say it. These lame excuses or avoidance tactics are asshole behavior. AKA pretend nice person behavior.

It’s also a person who continues to talk to you even though they can’t stand you. It’s a person who talks about you to everybody else but pretends to be your friend for no reason at all. I mean sometimes in certain circles you don’t want to hate on one person if everybody else thinks that person is cool. You might come off as the uncool person or hater. But when your social circles don’t really connect and you have no real relationship, what the hell is the point? Avoid the person, ignore the person or tell them to leave you alone. But no it’s the whole pretend to be into for whatever the hell reason. AKA pretend nice person behavior.

It can be a person who makes all these plans with others and never shows up. And either they have some lame excuse or lame last minute story or they avoid you long enough so the next time you see them they assume you forgot about that event they never showed up to. Really sucks when you have to plan ahead for it and count them as one of the guests who plan to show up. So instead of standing up and telling you the real reason they couldn’t go or tell you they didn’t want to go in the first place, they act like assholes. The truth is they are really assholes who don’t think they are assholes. AKA pretend nice people.

It sure seems on the east coast a lot more people will tell you like it is while on the west coast half the people are pretend nice. Which just means they are assholes who can’t admit the truth. And the truth is ‘pretend nice people’ are nothing more than assholes. They can call themselves whatever the hell they want.

Normal Heights to Oceanside
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I ‘m planning to walk from PB(Pacific Beach) to Oceanside on Saturday. That’s around a 40 mile walk, one way. I have to figure out how the hell I”m getting back. Maybe I’ll take the coaster train. It should be fun. You ask why am I doing this? Just to do it for one and for another there is a pedometer challenge at work and I don’t like to lose. I figure I’ll be way ahead of everybody else and if the rest of my team does just average next week, we should win. I like winning.

It’s been one of those weeks. No, it’s been one of those months. Actually it’s been going on for quite awhile, who knows how long. Did you ever have the feeling that you’re running in circles or stuck on a treadmill? No matter what you do or try it doesn’t seem to matter. You might walk a thousand miles, jump out of a plane, swim across the sea, workout all the time, and then go feed sharks but none of it really fixes anything. You’re not moving or going anywhere. Or you wind up back where you started regardless of how far you’ve traveled. Maybe it’s emptiness. Maybe it’s change. Maybe it’s nothing. Or maybe it’s everything.

You dance around town, almost like a clown, just to hide that frown.

Sometimes appearances and attitudes are deceiving. Deceiving to those around you. Deceiving to your own identity. What if people see you as either cheerful, peaceful, hopeful, angry, depressed, or filled with so, oh so much energy. Maybe all of it is fake or all of it’s true, who knows. Some assume things will change for the better, while others pat you on the back and tell you everything will be fine. And still others just assume it’s about dating or sleeping or whatever the hell it is they assume. It’s not about any of those things. However people continue to assume they know what they are talking about when it comes to knowing the real you. Nobody knows anything.

What if one day you wake up and the mirror lies?
The same eyes aren’t the same eyes. The same smile isn’t the same smile. There is only a fake smile hiding a fake frown.
The shadow isn’t the shadow you once knew. The dreams you once dreamed are now nightmares. The nightmares aren’t even nightmares anymore.

What if you wake up one day and the reflection in the mirror is no longer you?

What is with my choices in tv shows recently? Maybe I was that bored and out of my mind or something. I mean I sat through Titanic. Yes I watched the entire movie by myself the weekend prior to the one that just passed. Then I watched some other movie I think called Failure to Launch. This past weekend I sat through some other movies that I don’t even remember the name of, but they involved some kind of romance and drama. And why the hell have I been watching Daisey for love or whatever the hell it’s called. It’s a reality TV show. I hate reality TV shows. And then last night I watched the Wedding Singer. Great movie but what the hell am I watching all these movies where they start out good, get depressing, then everything is great at the end. I have no clue really. Kind of sad to tell you the truth. Maybe I should avoid the TV. I did watch Gangland and basketball though. So there you go.

I caught a glimpse of the TV show Two and a Half Men today with Jon Crier and Charlie Sheen. It seems Jon Crier’s character on the show(Alan) had thoughts of reconciling with his ex-wife, but the housekeeper(Berta) told him a dead marriage was like a dead dog. She explained that when a dog dies you go dig a grave, bury it, and move on. You don’t go back and try to dig up the dead dog. It’s dead.

The same theory should work for a marriage. When a marriage dies for whatever reason why would you want to go and dig it up again? Digging it up means you aren’t moving on. Digging it up means you’re trying to dig up something that’s dead. Remember the dead dog scenario. People would consider you nuts if you went into the backyard and dug up your dead dog. Maybe that’s how a dead marriage should be looked at. People would consider you crazy for digging it up again. It’s dead.

Anyway I thought that was a good theory.

During my break today I strolled around Little Italy for a moment. Normally I’ll visit YogurtLand, purchase some good yogurt for a decent price, and then head back to work. Today was a little different because some young woman had some flyers advertising a brand new water boutique right next to YogurtLand.. She asked me if I wanted to tour the place and I, of course, figured why not check it out as it probably wouldn’t take that long.

It was kind of weird. They sell water. They sell organic flip flops. They offer water massages in a bucket for your feet. They have some tranquility room with a massage chair that’s supposed to only be offered in Japan. Then there is some VIP lounge room where they offer like 38 different kinds of hot and cold teas. I had a couple of samples and it was different. Some pear ice tea that had a limited flavor. More like not much of a flavor. The hot tea I had was supposed to give me some energy. It was served in a nice big bowl and tasted different. Different as in not that good. Actually tasted like liquid dirt. So I don’t know. Maybe the other offerings would have tasted better.

I will give them credit for creating a beautiful two story office loft with awesome ambiance, refreshing colors, attractive smells, an attentive staff and a relaxing atmosphere. Plus the view of Little Italy and India Street are priceless. But they are pricey and I just don’t see many people paying sooo much money for tea and water just to chill and relax. I wish them the best and hope they succeed as everybody there was super friendly. I’ll probably even check it out and actually buy something in the future, but I’m not so sure a Water Boutique in Little Italy on India Street next to YogurtLand is such a great business idea. Maybe in La Jolla or Beverly Hills, but Little Italy? You have to wonder.