How do you know when your in love? Like, do you just know and want to scream it to the world? And you walk around with this stupid goofy smile on your face? Or is it when your sooooooo much more happier with the person? I think I may have answered my own question... Love is not a definition sort of word. Love is an opinionated word which means something to each and every person. Love is damn amazing.
Sometimes I wish I could just fill up my suitcase to the point where the zipper gets jammed within its ridges. I wish I could slam the door behind me and shut everyone out, and move to a different city to begin fresh. Where no one knows my name, no one knows my past, or any embarassing moment that they can linger over me and hold on forever. All they’ll see is me, and a blank white canvas that will be filled up with new memories as the days go by. Somewhere sophisticated, somewhere where I think I have a chance of belonging. Somewhere like, New York City. Or Boston. Somewhere I can take myself to new distances that everyone here held me against.
Just.. I’m tired of everyone. I wanna start new. I want to have a great career. I want to be noticed. I dont wanna be here, where I’m practically invisible and taken for granted. Maybe its just how upset I am right now, that’s making me feel like this. But who knows, life is an obstacle course. And at its highest point, is where your feeling the happiest. So right now, I’m just beginning the new obstacle course that I am putting myself through.
If we’re being fair, the most essential aspects of Canuck fandom are pessimism and self-loathing. In the 41 years of this franchise, very little has gone our way and it’s gotten to us. We’ve become oversensitive. Our fuse is short. It can make us our own worst enemy, such as that one time we rioted.
And also that other time.
Our ever-increasing pessimism has made us a tough fanbase to please. Mark Messier, Canadian hero? We hate him. Nevermind that he was voted the Canucks’ most valuable player in 1999-2000. He’s the worst. Roberto Luongo, the best goalie to ever play for the Canucks? Get him out of here. The 2010-11 team that went to the Cup Final? Blow it up.
But there’s a bright side to our blind pessimism. The moment something manages to wriggle out from under it, we love it unconditionally. We deify it. So help us if you ever say an unkind word about that thing. Don’t even think about it, or we’ll mess you up. We’re crazy, remember. We destroyed our own city once twice.