Ramble: I was from the Maritimes in a past life
I'm not sure if it's all the sardine designs I've been spotting lately or if I've just been loving the beach, but I swear I was from the Maritimes in a past life.
(When I say Maritimes, I'm thinking Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, but also, weirdly, Maine. Like just straight up Maine. Honestly, I'm thinking more Maine than anything else.)
Hold up. I just looked up the Maine Instagram to find a photo for you as a reference and oh my goodness, Maine looks stunning. I thought they were more of a water kind of place but they have SKI HILLS? Anyways, this isn't an ad for Maine, let me show you the Maine I'm thinking of:
Now that you see an image of where I think I was in a past life, here's why I think that I was a fisherperson:
- I've always had some weird desire to go to Maine.
- I love the sea.
- I love boats.
- Brad Leone is literally my spirit animal even though he's not from the Maritimes -- I just think he's also from the sea. Basically anyone who isn't a fisherman by trade, who'd love to wear galoshes on a boat in the rough ocean water, they're also maritime people.
- Growing up, I LOVED eating shellfish. As I've gotten older, I'm intolerant. Do you think that I used to fish for crustaceans in a past life, and my punishment is now torture if I try to eat them? (It wouldn't be torture if I didn't like them --something I love has been taken away, crab and lobster, so maybe they're torturing me from the beyond? Weird. Imagine if crustaceans were actually the rulers of the beyond?
Anyways. You're probably a little confused at this point. What the hell is she talking about?
Here's what happened:
The boys were playing some game where they're pirates and have to attack each other --some remastered playstation game from the 90s. It actually looks really nice -- anyways, the boys were playing the game, and I was drinking my little iced choccy watching them play.
All of a sudden, their boat starting waving around. Bombs flying everywhere! How the heck are they steering so quick, how are they turning, I wondered, thinking of it like a car. No! Sails! Duh, THAT'S HOW THEY WORK.
I'd never in my life actually taken time to think about how sails work. I've known, but it's always been something at the top of my head, something I've heard, known, and filed away between the folds of my brain, without much of a care.
In taking the two minutes to think about how sails work, I realized that I'd love to try maneuvering a ship by moving some fabric around.
I wondered how I could make it happen. At first, I thought about finding someone with a ship who'd let me give it a try. I then realized that it was probably more realistic to just take a sailing class.
Unfortunately, if I'm going to be spending money on a class, I'd like it to be something that I want to do. Sailing in a club or class, however, never seemed like something I want to do. -- Now that I say it... am I just intimidated because I don't think I'm high class enough to sail? Hmm... something to think about.
I gave it more of a gander -- like ten seconds more -- and realized that WINDSURFING is where it's at. So, I think I'm going to try windsurfing next year.
You know what? After typing all of this out, maybe I just want a little fishing outfit. Maybe I just want a little yellow rain hat with a nice rain coat and rain boots. I've always wanted one of those kind of thick, British-looking raincoats. In a yellow. Gosh, maybe it's just that.
I guess I'm going to have to find out why I've thought about Maine so much in my lifetime.
I'll have to give windsurfing a go to understand sails, and I'll have to get a cute fishing outfit for when I eventually try to fish!
Lmao this guy could be me in the future:
Anyways, that's my morning ramble.
Sidenote: I just remembered, I had a buddy once ask me if I wanted to sail around the world with him and honestly how cool would that have been! The old fisherman in me wanted to say yes, but seriously... me on a sailboat for a year? Not going to happen, I've seen Titanic before, no thank you.
