Riding Through the Funk

Riding Through the Funk

Some days I can wake up and feel like anything is possible. The world is just waiting for me to take a hold of it. Others? I can wake up and feel like a complete zero.

On those days when zero comes knocking, generally speaking I have the wherewithal to recognize what is happening. I try to work my way through those feelings. They aren’t ‘real.’ I know I’m not a nuthin’.

As an introvert, I enjoy spending time alone. However on days when I feel out of sorts, I find that I am often saddled with a loneliness. But, people become accepting and accustomed to your habits and your behavior – you can’t have everything. You can’t hold people at an arms length and then expect them to just jump when you want them to. As such – I find that I am faced with tackling my lonely moments head on. This usually involves some sort of distraction, something to take me away from the irrational thoughts that have my brain in a vise.

Motorcycles work wonders for these times.

You can be lost in your thoughts – irrational as they may be – but as the motor thrums and I move forward, I’m able to break through the funk and re-center. Maybe this is what people refer to as being in the moment? It can be hard to stay lost or be sad when you are on sensory overload.

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5 Replies to “Riding Through the Funk”

  1. FUZZ:

    you are luckier than most. I have no riding buddies so I am alone “mostly” all the time. I used to do a lot of group riding, but now it seems, I have been avoiding them so now I’m not in the loop. I often look at my bike and wonder if I should ride somewhere but then, I keep ending up at the same familiar places so I don’t bother. For me a release would be to go somewhere new, somewhere unexplored but I have already covered most roads within a 3 day radius.

    You would hardly believe that I am also an introvert but I have to be an extrovert at work so I have learned to switch back and forth. A good stress reliever for me is to go and walk on a sandy beach

    bob: riding the wet coast

  2. Ah, one of the big, existential conundrums, affecting–I believe–introverts and extroverts alike, and probably contributing to the rise of religions, philosophies, psychoanalysis, and neuroscience throughout the ages (yet even those disciplines seem to pose more questions than they answer). Whether we like it or not, regular and often involuntary self-evaluation (among other charming self-persecutions) is for most of us an inescapable condition of this terribly beautiful human condition, a blasted occupational hazard of living… One of countless.

    In recent years I’ve begun to believe that life is passive, reacts more than it acts, and that it’s up to each of us to initiate if we want so much as a “boo” from the reticent universe. Otherwise, we’re likely shit out of luck, and we risk virtually fading for our disengagement.

    *sigh* No doubt we all can relate, Fuzzy.

    Oh, and thumbs up about motorcycles. Maybe they’re the shamans of these modern times, silent and observant when we don’t need them, but when we do, able to magically exorcise the subtle (and not so subtle) demons that have plagued the human mind since time immemorial. How well-adjusted humanity might be, and what a harmonious world this could be, if only everyone would go about on motorbikes.

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