Today I was kidnapped by Punk Mentor and his cousin. We went to the Grand Canyon for New Years.
Because we fucking wanted to.
I have spent a great deal of time and energy on training myself to just fucking go when I want to.
I don’t need to have a ****reason****
– or more… it’s just that wanting to … that *is* a reason. That’s *enough* of a reason.
I remember when I was… probably around the age of 12? and I had this sort of… call-and-response thing with one of my best friends.
I would ask her “Why?”
and she would say “Because we want to!”
and I would say “Why?”
and she would say “Because we can!”
I have a friend – in my head, her name is Nike, the Greek goddess of Victory. I think maybe I was 20? and she was my FUCKING DO IT friend. She had an amazing answering machine message. It was Isaiah Mustafa – the Old Spice Guy – and he said something like “The Intelligent slash gorgeous slash sophisticated lady you have called cannot answer the phone at the moment as she is currently on the moon surviving on the air in her lungs given to her in a passionate kiss!”
I remember driving all the way out to the coast to finish a certification that I was taking, and I parked my car, and I was just… so afraid. And was just…frozen, in my seat. It was this thing that I knew I had to do, and I didn’t know if I had the courage to do it.
I knew I could always call her, and she wouldn’t even ask questions. I could just say “I need to do this thing…”
and she would say “FUCK YEAH. GO DO THE THING.”
I didn’t even have to actually reach her. I just had to make the call, and hear this fantastically . ridiculous voice mail message, and I would remember… that I had people. That there were people out there who would stand by me and tell me to JUST FUCKING DO THE THING, because they knew that I could.
(I called her. Reached her voice message. Listened to the whole thing, then got out of my car and knocked on the fucking door and got my goddamned certification.)
Nike still does this for me. My Wondertwin does. My Driftpartner, and especially my friend Tawanda. More people than I can honestly name. The people who remind me to fucking take what I want, because no one else is going to fucking do it for me.
There’s something different about it though, when you live a million miles away.
Because phone calls work, but they can’t knock on your door and say “Hey. Do you want to drive to Oklahoma with me next week?”
Punk Mentor – he moves around even more than I do, (which, to be fair, has been much easier lately, now that I’m reasonably settled in one place for a bit), and I think that transience is part of it. We’re not going to be in the same place together for long. We’re not going to be making plans for hanging out in the summer. It’s entirely possible that one or both of us won’t be living here anymore.
It makes things more immediate. It’s impossible to put something off until next week if the people involved won’t *be there*.
So instead we do it now.
We say “I want to go here.”
and then “I’m not doing anything on Thursday?”
…and then we go.