Last night, I met this cute lady at my cousin's wedding.
We sat together at the wedding reception. I believe we had a connection. I assumed by looking at her eyes, as we talked. (I enjoy meeting new people, and connecting with them.)
I told her, "I'll be in Canada until Thursday."
A day after the wedding, she texted me, "I appreciate this. However, I don't see this going anywhere. No chemistry for me. Sorry."
I replied, "Thanks for your honesty 👍! No need to apologize." (The average guy would say something like, "Forget her! That's her loss!" I used to say that.)
She replied, "Enjoy the rest of your stay!"
I replied, "Thank you very much! 😁"
Let it be! Respect the lady.
We are second cousins, for the reason that, our mothers are first cousins.
I barely see my cousin. We live far away from each other. I live in the Bay Area, while she lives in Canada.
She is mysterious. I am on social media, while she is not. (She keeps her life private. That is fine.)
(My first cousin, Mark, flew with me to Canada. Our mothers are siblings.)
The wedding happened last Saturday. As Mark and I walked to the church, Uncle stopped us. (The bride's father.) We greeted him a bit. I saw my cousin (the bride) waving at us inside limo car.
After the wedding ceremony, I was nervous to approach my cousins. (Again, I hardly see them. Also, I am their 2nd cousin.)
Pictures were being taken. Mark begged me for a group photo with them. I walked over there, while Mark was trailing me. I slowly walked into the group photo. I stood on the back row. Apparently, I did not see Mark. (He was stopped by one of the relatives.)
I am sweating, since I realized that I walked too early on their group photo. Yes, I was nervous. (Again, I hardly see my cousins.) Social anxiety was hitting me. (I felt like a high school kid, who is trying to fit in.)
I told a few of my cousins about my nervousness. One said, "You are family, man!"
Wedding reception happened later that day. Mark and I were assigned a table with single ladies.
(I believed that I had a connection with my seat mate. A day later, she told me, "I appreciate this. However, I don't see this going anywhere. No chemistry for me. Sorry." I just can't tell. This always happens to me. Patience is the key. I cannot force the issue. I cannot control the outcome. Respect the lady. The past is remembered. Live in the moment. The future is in me.)
The bride's sister gave a toast to her sister. Throughout her toast, she was in tears. (I had a flashback with the great memories I had with my sister.) I laughed when she said, "When we were growing up together, my dynamic duo was Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen, while hers was Brian Littrell and Nick Carter.
Lastly, the bride's father gave a toast to his daughter. He said, "I am giving my daughter's life away to another man." (One of the ladies in my table told me, "I always saw her and her father everyday at mass together.") It was heart-warming. I almost cried in tears.
Halfway through the reception, our cousin offered me and Mark a shot of Crown Royal.
When reception was close to ending, Mark and I were invited for a group photo with our cousins.
On the next day, our cousin invited us for dinner. Mark already flew back home. I already made plans to visit my Uncle in Squamish.
What matters is I am related to my cousins. Even though we hardly see each other, we are related by blood. Most importantly, we respect each other. (I am glad that I wrote about this blog post, so I can remember.)
I want to become the best person I can be. Also, I want to be perfect.
Then again, nobody is perfect. Relax, Mikey. Take it easy.
I am too harsh on myself. (Yes, I was depressed late last year. For the reason that, I was jealous by everybody's social media with their lovers. I called myself, "A lonely blogger." Most importantly, I am better now.)
One of my good friends did tell me something like, "If you keep rolling your eyes, you are overthinking. One way to relax is to look downward at your nose. Keep your eyes still. Then, lift the tip of your tongue. Have your tongue touch your palate (roof of your mouth) as you slowly take 3 deep breaths.
Here is a list below on my harshness:
Lately, I have been meditating. One of my good friends recommended me it.
He said, "Meditation manages his mind."
Most importantly, meditation has lightened my harshness.
Here is a list below on my improved harshness compared to the list above:
Let it be. Be free. (I cannot control the outcome.)
Last night, I was about to sleep, until I heard breaking news about an active gun shooter open firing his fully-automatic rifle at a music festival in Las Vegas. (At that time, the news reported 2 people dead, and about 200 injured.)
This morning, I woke up at 9:15. Then, I see a missed phone call from one of my good friends. (He called me at 8:45am.)
He brought up the gunshooting incident in Vegas.
Why did your good friend call you about it?
14 years went by fast. I miss you (and I will always be)!
Remember that common saying, "Never judge a book by its cover."
When can you judge a book, then? Once you finish reading it.
Apparently, judging people comes from our human instincts (and human nature). It is a habit as well.
Heck, I enjoy people-watching as I judge them. (Call myself a jerk, then. Every day, I believe everybody judges at least one stranger. It is impossible to avoid it.)
Why do I judge people?
It gives me confidence, but it is the "sore loser" way. (Putting people down makes me better.) Also, it is entertaining. I am insecure, then.
I do not like the person's choice. For instance, I see a couple walking together. I shook my head. Why, so? I see a guy wearing his pajamas, while his lady has a gorgeous dress on. He has no style. She took the time to look pretty for him. (I assumed that he did not put in the time and effort.)
I am jealous. For instance, I see a pretty lady with an average-looking man. Why is she with that dude? She can find somebody better, like myself.
Therefore, I am not completely (100%) happy with myself, then.
Enough with the judging people part. (Go ahead, and judge me.)
How to stop myself from judging others?
16 years later, we remember 9/11/2001.
Terrorists attacked America. Many people died. (Long story, short. Google the rest of the 9/11 story. Sorry, I did not mean to quickly cut it off.)
Where were you when it happened on Tuesday, September 11, 2001?
What is my drive? What is my motivation?
Honestly, it is tough to get my mind fully focused 24/7.
Remember, it goes with the common saying, "Everything happens for a reason." Also, you know what they say, "Hard work pays off."
Yes, I get lazy almost every time I get off my bed in the morning. (I am not much of a morning person.) Most importantly, drinking a cup of coffee always starts my day.
We must set a target goal, or else there will be no motivation.
Yes, I am a tennis coach. For instance, I tell my tennis kids that they must get at least 10 shots in a row. (Focus on consistency. Just grind it out.) Once they do, I must jump over the tennis net.
It is crazy how most entrepreneurs find ways to work less hours, while others work 40 hours a week.
Enough with myself thinking outside of the box. Let's go back to this question, "What motivates you as a lifestyle/personal blogger?"
That is a very good question. Honestly, I do not earn money from creating and writing this blog. (When I first started this blog, I was hugely concerned about earning money as my first priority. Now, I do not care for it anymore.)
Why continue blogging, then?
...that is how it is.
Right now, solar eclipse is underway. This morning, I tried looking for any eclipse glasses. (Why need eclipse glasses? It will protect your eyes from watching the solar eclipse. Also, you are able to clearly see the solar eclipse as it filters most of the sunlight.) Everywhere was sold out. FYI, the last solar eclipse occurred in 1979. (Then again, I did not come prepared.)
Now, I will write about this blog post.
(I am here multi-tasking. How, so? As I write this post, I am listening to Lifehouse song, "It Is What It Is." Also, the TV is left on, as I watch the news about the solar eclipse, while I drink my coffee.)
Again, it is what it is...that is how it is.
Somehow, I meet women while I run errands or something. (When I meet them, they are on vacation.) Apparently, they live far away from me. It just happens. Possibly, they assume the long-distance relationship is not gonna go anywhere.
What is Outside Lands?
It is a music festival held once a year at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, CA. It is a 3-day event that started from Friday, August 11 - Sunday, August 13. Each day, it starts from noon until 10ish pm. (No camping. By the way, I barely took pictures and videos. I wanted to conserve my cell phone's battery life. Sorry.)
It reminds me of a mini-Coachella, even though I have not been there just yet. (People I met at OL agreed with me though.) Finally, I have experienced OL.
Last Thursday night, I signed up as a volunteer for OL right before I hit its deadline. (It was last minute.) Before I confirmed the full details as a volunteer, I had to pay a $20 cover, and a security deposit of $355. ($375 total.)
Why become a volunteer? FYI, volunteers keep the park clean. Once festival ends, my security deposit will be returned.
Here goes my OL experience story...
(Remember that Nickelodeon TV cartoon show, Doug)
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