Michael
You know that feeling of peace that you find in the smallest of things? How you get lost in music thinking that it's only been minutes, though it's really been hours. Or just starting a book and finishing it within a day, not believing that you spend the day reading a whole book. Anything that makes you feel lost, you always know that feeling, and it's a great feeling, because you spent all of those hours doing something that you loved.
I used to feel that way about surfing. I was always in the water, I never wanted to leave, people thought that I lived in the ocean. Some days it felt that way. I'd spend hours surfing or laying on my board in the water. It was paradise. Now it's hard to find peace in it.
It's hard to find peace in something that people took away from you because of your life choices. Just because I liked the same gender, everything after that seemed to be wrong. I couldn't look at my board let alone water half of the time. It didn't feel right, there was nothing left for me when it came to surfing.
As a child you would wait
And watch from far away.
But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play
And you, you'd lay awake at night and scheme
Of all the things that you would change but it was just a dream!
"Michael, are you going to come and watch the competion?" I heard my uncle ask from the house. I was sat down on the edge of the beach; only a few feet away from where the water stopped on the sand.
I think when my uncle didn't get a responce he knew my answer was no. I didn't want to go and watch a bunch of wannabies, what was the point in that? Exactly, there wasn't one. I guess I could go laugh. I know that there are some really good surfers, I still couldn't bring myself to care.
"You should come and watch us surf, maybe then you'll realize that you aren't the best surfer in the world." Best surfer? What? I know I'm not the best surfer, I've never been close to it.
"I don't surf." Was my responce. I don't, not anymore, and I didn't want to start any time soon.
"That's not what these magazines say." A stack of every surfing magazine I was ever featured in fell at my feet in the sand. Why was I being pestered with this? Why were these people bringing my past back to haunt me?
"What in the hell is your problem?!" I snapped finally standing to my feet to look at whoever was taunting me. I sighed seeing who it was. No one that I should be giving my time too. "You know, just because you ass fucks suck at surfing, doesn't mean shit to me. I don't surf anymore, so get over your stupid little grudge that you have against me. It's pointless." The people who I was talking to were my old team mates. Literly the worst surfers in the world. The team only ever placed when I was around. I haven't even cared to look at how they were doing lately, for a while after I got kicked out I watched their stats, they didn't make it very far. I haven't looked in months though.
"For your imformation, we are now number three, no thanks to your dick loving face." The snark who gave that comment was Joey, probably the worst surfer. I don't know why I'm giving this kid the time of day.
Here we are, don't turn away now,
We are the warriors that built this town.
Here we are, don't turn away now,
We are the warriors that built this town.
From Dust.
"So you finally got someone good on the team I'm so amazed! Now if you don't mind, I have more important things to deal with then you ass wipes. Buh-bye." I rolled my eyes walking up the my uncles house. I made sure to lock the door watching to make sure they left before I unlocked them. I started to think about what those idiots just told me, the team with number three? They actually were making it? Maybe I should go check out the competition. I'm sure it's good now. My uncle's team isn't that bad, they've stayed in the top five for the past few years.
