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Shame Spiral Monday

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Shame Spiral
An emotional condition commonly experienced during the recovery period following extreme intoxication. The shame spiral consists of continued, connected thoughts and emotions of lack of self-worth, shame, regret, embarrassment and commitments to refuse to intoxicate oneself ever again. – The Urban Dictionary 

To experience the perfect Shame Spiral, it’s important that you start at a high point.  The success of your spiral is measured by the magnitude of your impact at the bottom.  The impressiveness of your impact is determined by the height from which you fall.

I would suggest leaving for Vegas on a Friday after work.  After a week of drudgery and a seven hour slog through desert traffic, the sight of the strip peeking over the horizon and then engulfing your car is a thrill, no matter how many times you’ve made this mistake before.  Elevate yourself further by listening to pump up hip-hop jams and enjoying a roadie as you enter the city.  So far you have only spent enough money to pay for your share of a tank of gas split four ways, you are wearing clean clothes, and you are still certain of the whereabouts of your possessions and your pride.  You are on top of the world; you are perched atop your spiral, gazing up at the lights.

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To All Organizations Playing a Role in my Overall Flight Experience:

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Rugby practice started this month and you know what that means! Soon my teammates and I will be taking bi-monthly flights on Southwest – the Greyhound of the sky!  The American equivalent of traveling in the back of a crowded truck with live chickens! – to glamorous destinations all around the country. Our sightseeing highlights will include grass fields miles from the city center and if we’re lucky, hotels boasting an hourly rate and Super Wal-Mart accessibility. We couldn’t take these fabulous vacations without you! Boy do we appreciate all you do! That said, our entire hypothetical retirement fund and mortgage does go directly into your pockets, so we’d be ever so grateful if you made a few minor changes to help make our travel experience as pleasurable as possible.

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Arizona Cheers and Jeers

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I have been going to Arizona for rugby at least once a year since I was a freshman in college. While these trips often include an epic party with some of my favorite desert dwellers, it takes a lot of hugs and alcohol to negate the misery of a rugby game played at high noon in hundred degree weather and twelve hours of cumulative driving across a landscape that is best described as “beige”. Couple this with my general feelings of rage toward the “Zonies” who migrate to San Diego in droves starting in June to crowd my beaches and drive poorly around my neighborhood until well into September, and you can see why heading in an eastward direction on the I-8 past Mission Valley is something I turn my nose up at like an elderly La Jolla home owner.

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It’s a Boy!

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I would like to introduce all of you to my child, Rugby. I love Rugby so much, and not in the way you love your favorite movie, or a treasured heirloom. My love for Rugby is instinctual, a fact of life, a matter of my being, like freckles or scoliosis. This love is not a choice, and my resulting commitment is no longer a manifestation of this choice; it is a sensation on my skin, a dull ache in my muscles, a duty, an inevitability, a gift.

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