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silverfish
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Yep, 2 years ago along with 2 buds got lost hunting. We we putting on a drive and started trying to move some deer into the posters. We ended up a few miles out of the way and couldn't get back. Took us a few hours and lots of time on the radios to find our way. Bascally wasted the day wandering. We were getting ready to camp for the night and try again in the AM. Good times.
everytime i start the car... *sighs*
yep. Goofing off somewhere in the middle of texas on a trip by myself. I learned a lot that day. No map, nothing. I just knew how to get to dallas from IL and before I went back home I had to go "sight seeing" the middle of no where. It took me an extra day and a half to get home. oh well, it was fun
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GoldenDelicious
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no. ive tried to a few times, since i like exploring, but i seem to have a good sense of direction and keep puzzling out where i am. the closest ive been to lost in a danger situation is when i was out hunting at sunset on a floodplain. i must have been 3 miles from the rest of the hunting party, and of course, we were in the absolute middle of crocodile infested, snake littered nowhere. anyway ten minutes one of them turned on a torch and i found them. they were a tad...distressed lol
mountain muscle
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Chef... always pack you sack for an extra few days. The Rockies are no place to get lost. Every frickin' year flatlanders are being rescued or their bodies hiked out up here.
When did you get lost and where?
When did you get lost and where?
actually, it was a vague allusion to emotional soul seaching and the quest to understand one's own place and purpose in this life and how that relates not only to those around them but to our ability to accept guidance: either from our own gut feelings, the advice of those we trust or from God/spirtual sources.
DT: less a direct assumption that you have to no longer have a clue where you are on the map than a question about whether or not it is a prereq to cast off much of one's past life to make a quantum shift in understanding self.
I have never had a moment of clarity or a resolution moment in my life, everything has been building blocks on the past. No true 'A HA Moment' or 'Eureka Effect' experience that has transformed me. Ever. I want one. I have thrown myself into some strange shit to see how the recipe or timbre of life adjusts itself hoping for that watershed and have yet to find it.
I was wondering, and trying not so subtly to draw out stories of, whether or not others have had a defining moment brought about by that all to human moment that many experience: Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I? Whats next?
Physically i have been without a clear path home on many an adventure, but never been 'lost'. I am always.. right... here.
Somehow thats not working anymore.
DT: less a direct assumption that you have to no longer have a clue where you are on the map than a question about whether or not it is a prereq to cast off much of one's past life to make a quantum shift in understanding self.
I have never had a moment of clarity or a resolution moment in my life, everything has been building blocks on the past. No true 'A HA Moment' or 'Eureka Effect' experience that has transformed me. Ever. I want one. I have thrown myself into some strange shit to see how the recipe or timbre of life adjusts itself hoping for that watershed and have yet to find it.
I was wondering, and trying not so subtly to draw out stories of, whether or not others have had a defining moment brought about by that all to human moment that many experience: Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I? Whats next?
Physically i have been without a clear path home on many an adventure, but never been 'lost'. I am always.. right... here.
Somehow thats not working anymore.
KillahBee
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I am still young, so I have plenty of those times in the future. But I have had at least one. In college I was having the typical college fun - drinking, drugs, girls, partying - all in excess. It was fun at the time, but it was wreaking havoc with my life and my mental state. I was somewhat of an emotional wreck without knowing it. I was not doing well in my classes and was getting in a LOT of trouble. I was kicked out of several dorms and eventually banned from campus. They had my picture at the front desk of all the dorms for Christ's sake. I was in danger of getting expelled and would have gone the way that many of my friends at home have (i.e. the wrong path). One night my father called me up and just laced into me. Said I was an alcoholic and that if I didn't get help he was gonna fly down there, kick the shit out of me, and take me home. That night I locked myself in my room with a bottle of vodka and one song on repeat for about 4 hours. About a week later I called my parents and told them I was taking a semester off - I need to take a set on the bench for a little bit and catch my breath, sort things out. 100% on my own. It may not seem that big now, but it was huge at the time, especially making that decision myself. I left all I loved - my friends, fun, college, freedom, my girl. And I didn't know if I would ever go back. I went home for the semester and the summer and worked and tried to quiet the demons in my head. I fought many battles with myself during those 6 months. I eveuntually snapped out of it and went back. I grew up a lot during that time and it helped me right the ship.
GoldenDelicious
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beware: long post
oh, that sort of lost. i thought what with all your travelling you might have an anecdote and so brought it up to prime the thread
as for the other lost, yes, i have, when i was in uni.
i was in a distant, unfamiliar, unappealing city, in a uni i hated (old, smelly, beaurocratic), with people i could not see eye to eye with (my course was full of private school snobby types, while i was a guy from a remote, rough sort of place, from an immigrant family, involved in low level construction. i like to think i was down to earth and friendly ).
i was with a girl for whom i wasnt ready, though she had decided she certainly wanted me, and the impending breakup weighed heavily on me.
i was too smart for my own good (shut up, im being serious for once), and hated the tedium of learning at everyone elses pace (slow. sloooooow.) and so during the early part of the semester, was idle, and later, without guidance from my teachers (who didnt give a shit about me anyway) i was frantic, and with my parents looking at me as their first child in a socially revered profession (silly imo) i felt a lot of pressure to perform. there was nothing positive i could look forward to, except fleeting trips home, which were over too quickly.
i hated my body for not letting me sleep more, because i didnt want to be awake. sometimes i didnt want to wake up. it was a bad time for me, and i think i came close to a breakdown. i remember thinking, in that uni, or in the city, or at nightspots, surrounded by hundreds or thousands of people, how terribly alone i was. you know when you read in some book where a character says something along the lines of "music ceases to please, women cese to thrill, things that shine lose their luster, food tastes like ash in your mouth"? yeah well, i lived like that for a while. it was the time in my life where i just didnt know which way was up. after you put your life on hold for 5 years to study in a place you dont gel with, and its about to fall down in a huge stinking pile of irretrievable crap in front of you, and you blame yourself for it, i suppose its ok to think like that (says the older, wiser gd
)
i could have gone a few ways. i could have called it quits, dropped out like my lecturers wanted me to, dissapointed my parents beyond dissapointment, got a job someplace, and walked another path, one likely filled with regret and sadness. i think i almost had a breakdown, in which case, i would have dropped out, gone home, and only God knows what i would have done. i dont know that i would have had the courage to return, and finish the job. fortunately, i found that the result of the mental pounding i had taken from my lecturers, the heart wrenching dissapointment i experienced from my partner and my friends, and the pressure i felt (mostly from my own self criticism, though from misunderstanding family members also), when my normal coping mechanisms were stripped away, as low and as vulnerable as i possibly think i could be, finally at that instant (God knows where i was, geographically at the time) when when the final straw was put on my back and something finally gave, wasnt to buckle - it was to buck. i felt rage - at my teachers, at my non-friends, at the sickening parade of people grinding my self esteem into the mud with criticism and demands that they themselves could not meet, and even at myself for being so self critical, yet forgiving to those around me - and honestly felt reborn. who the hell were these people, to act as they do, to speak as they do, what, to me? i. dont. fucking. think. so.
so, during that last exam sequence, when i was in meetings with lecturers trying to kick me out of uni, when i had some of them looking down their noses at me in theatre, when they (a couple in particular) gave me mocking smiles as they accepted papers i handed in, rather than the quiet, harmless guy they expected to see (and had seen, for years...and pushed around) they found me glaring, stiff backed and seething with venom, and despite the odds stacked sky high against me (penalties on assessment items left right and centre, contracts to preclude from uni, meetings set up near exam dates while others were studying frantically etc etc) i took the assessment as a personal challenge (ever had someone tell you that theyre deducting 35% of your mark in an exam that half the class is expected to fail, and has failed every year for years? that was me) ...and blazed through with stunning (and highly unexpected) marks, which were of course severely scaled down, and barely made a passing grade. so yeah. all of you guys wanting to know why im so ready to arc up at injustice? or at someone bigger/badder trying to push me around? its a hangover from this.
i honestly dont think i know anyone who would have succeeded. it was fucking impossible. it was so damn unfair, it makes me shake to think of it - and if those bastard teachers werent so proficient at backing each other up, id say i have a legit lawsuit against those pricks.
so when i finished uni, i took time off. everyone thought i meant that i was talking about taking a month off, but i took a lot more than that. a looooooot more. some believed i had failed and was kicked out. some thought i was lazy. some thought i was an idiot. many thought i was wasting potential. others remarked that i could have made a lot of money, and was stupid for not doing so. but really, the reason i took so much time to myself was because it was the first time i was in control, and i couldnt care less about other peoples opinions, or social preconceptions, any more. dues were paid. job done. lost no longer
oh, that sort of lost. i thought what with all your travelling you might have an anecdote and so brought it up to prime the thread
as for the other lost, yes, i have, when i was in uni.
i was in a distant, unfamiliar, unappealing city, in a uni i hated (old, smelly, beaurocratic), with people i could not see eye to eye with (my course was full of private school snobby types, while i was a guy from a remote, rough sort of place, from an immigrant family, involved in low level construction. i like to think i was down to earth and friendly
). i was with a girl for whom i wasnt ready, though she had decided she certainly wanted me, and the impending breakup weighed heavily on me.
i was too smart for my own good (shut up, im being serious for once), and hated the tedium of learning at everyone elses pace (slow. sloooooow.) and so during the early part of the semester, was idle, and later, without guidance from my teachers (who didnt give a shit about me anyway) i was frantic, and with my parents looking at me as their first child in a socially revered profession (silly imo) i felt a lot of pressure to perform. there was nothing positive i could look forward to, except fleeting trips home, which were over too quickly.
i hated my body for not letting me sleep more, because i didnt want to be awake. sometimes i didnt want to wake up. it was a bad time for me, and i think i came close to a breakdown. i remember thinking, in that uni, or in the city, or at nightspots, surrounded by hundreds or thousands of people, how terribly alone i was. you know when you read in some book where a character says something along the lines of "music ceases to please, women cese to thrill, things that shine lose their luster, food tastes like ash in your mouth"? yeah well, i lived like that for a while. it was the time in my life where i just didnt know which way was up. after you put your life on hold for 5 years to study in a place you dont gel with, and its about to fall down in a huge stinking pile of irretrievable crap in front of you, and you blame yourself for it, i suppose its ok to think like that (says the older, wiser gd
)i could have gone a few ways. i could have called it quits, dropped out like my lecturers wanted me to, dissapointed my parents beyond dissapointment, got a job someplace, and walked another path, one likely filled with regret and sadness. i think i almost had a breakdown, in which case, i would have dropped out, gone home, and only God knows what i would have done. i dont know that i would have had the courage to return, and finish the job. fortunately, i found that the result of the mental pounding i had taken from my lecturers, the heart wrenching dissapointment i experienced from my partner and my friends, and the pressure i felt (mostly from my own self criticism, though from misunderstanding family members also), when my normal coping mechanisms were stripped away, as low and as vulnerable as i possibly think i could be, finally at that instant (God knows where i was, geographically at the time) when when the final straw was put on my back and something finally gave, wasnt to buckle - it was to buck. i felt rage - at my teachers, at my non-friends, at the sickening parade of people grinding my self esteem into the mud with criticism and demands that they themselves could not meet, and even at myself for being so self critical, yet forgiving to those around me - and honestly felt reborn. who the hell were these people, to act as they do, to speak as they do, what, to me? i. dont. fucking. think. so.
so, during that last exam sequence, when i was in meetings with lecturers trying to kick me out of uni, when i had some of them looking down their noses at me in theatre, when they (a couple in particular) gave me mocking smiles as they accepted papers i handed in, rather than the quiet, harmless guy they expected to see (and had seen, for years...and pushed around) they found me glaring, stiff backed and seething with venom, and despite the odds stacked sky high against me (penalties on assessment items left right and centre, contracts to preclude from uni, meetings set up near exam dates while others were studying frantically etc etc) i took the assessment as a personal challenge (ever had someone tell you that theyre deducting 35% of your mark in an exam that half the class is expected to fail, and has failed every year for years? that was me) ...and blazed through with stunning (and highly unexpected) marks, which were of course severely scaled down, and barely made a passing grade. so yeah. all of you guys wanting to know why im so ready to arc up at injustice? or at someone bigger/badder trying to push me around? its a hangover from this.
i honestly dont think i know anyone who would have succeeded. it was fucking impossible. it was so damn unfair, it makes me shake to think of it - and if those bastard teachers werent so proficient at backing each other up, id say i have a legit lawsuit against those pricks.
so when i finished uni, i took time off. everyone thought i meant that i was talking about taking a month off, but i took a lot more than that. a looooooot more. some believed i had failed and was kicked out. some thought i was lazy. some thought i was an idiot. many thought i was wasting potential. others remarked that i could have made a lot of money, and was stupid for not doing so. but really, the reason i took so much time to myself was because it was the first time i was in control, and i couldnt care less about other peoples opinions, or social preconceptions, any more. dues were paid. job done. lost no longer
Scotsman
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Chef has already head this in person but I'll recount it for everyone. I was working in the mountains of northern New Mexico, in a very remote part of Ted Turners 800,000 acre ranch. I was going out for my first shift at night trying to find my way by a hand drawn map based on landmarks. (In case you didn't think about it you can't see landmarks in the dark.) So I took a wrong turn and ended up in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, right in the middle of hundreds of square miles of dense forest, and 1,000' of rough topography. Soon realizing the mistake I had made I tried to find my way back out to the main road. Well no such luck since the way out was off a clearing into a steep drop that I couldn't see. I began driving back and forth along the rig roads and finding the old well locations. I soon got the great idea to mark the roads I had gone down already, so as soon as I would come back out from one dead end I would put rocks and branches across the road. Soon I realized that the whole thing was a large circular pattern and I had no way of finding the right path. So I decided that I should sleep. Well at this point I am running very low on gas (not even enough to get back to town should I find the way out) and the temperature is now below zero. So I put on my coveralls and coat and laid back in the seat to sleep. Several times during the night I woke up due to being too cold and would start the car long enough to heat up the cab and then turn the engine off. When the sun came up I saw a set of powerlines and followed them back to the main road where I ran in to a road crew who gave me direction to where I needed to be.
As I sat there alone in the dark I had the brisk realization that I very well could die out there. I didn't have any gear with me and not very much food. I figured the car was going to run out of gas and I would freeze, or a bear would come crashing through the underbrush as I was out marking yet another dead end. My reaction was strange to me. I became extremely calm and peaceful. I accepted that this could be it and that I really might never see my friends and family again. It was a perfect serene moment. Ever since then I try to not let things bug me and have just been focusing on each day one at a time. Even now as I sit here typing this the calmness is returning. This was the first step in the right direction for my life. I now not only know that I will die someday but have accepted it. Most of us know that someday the end may come but it's not the same as accepting it and believing it. Most people trudge through their lives just fearing death and not really experiencing life because they worry too much.
Cheers,
Scotsman
As I sat there alone in the dark I had the brisk realization that I very well could die out there. I didn't have any gear with me and not very much food. I figured the car was going to run out of gas and I would freeze, or a bear would come crashing through the underbrush as I was out marking yet another dead end. My reaction was strange to me. I became extremely calm and peaceful. I accepted that this could be it and that I really might never see my friends and family again. It was a perfect serene moment. Ever since then I try to not let things bug me and have just been focusing on each day one at a time. Even now as I sit here typing this the calmness is returning. This was the first step in the right direction for my life. I now not only know that I will die someday but have accepted it. Most of us know that someday the end may come but it's not the same as accepting it and believing it. Most people trudge through their lives just fearing death and not really experiencing life because they worry too much.
Cheers,
Scotsman
CENTURION44
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This one time...i drove a very very long time to see Friskys show.....and shit I got lost cheffy gave me bad directions i think...lol..im just messin yall
coldblue1955
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i'm pretty lost with what you're sayin'ChefWide said:
JarheadChiro
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Not in this Country.
Went to Juarez with my then GF and we got talked into a free ceb ride to some spectacular shopping area. I didn't like the idea but... She won.
Anyway we get there and it's one shop, we ask for a ride back and the guy says $50.00!!
I' tell him to shove it and we start to walk, we walked for 4 hours to get back to the car.
Then there's the drunken soju night in Korea.
And rainbow punch and Habu sake in Okinawa.
I purposely got lost one time in Rocky Mountain National Park, I wanted to "get away, clear my head".
Went to Juarez with my then GF and we got talked into a free ceb ride to some spectacular shopping area. I didn't like the idea but... She won.
Anyway we get there and it's one shop, we ask for a ride back and the guy says $50.00!!
I' tell him to shove it and we start to walk, we walked for 4 hours to get back to the car.
Then there's the drunken soju night in Korea.
And rainbow punch and Habu sake in Okinawa.
I purposely got lost one time in Rocky Mountain National Park, I wanted to "get away, clear my head".
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