Well….what the fuck?!
Where have you been hiding?
More like who have you been hiding under?
Most of ya’ll should know that Mr. Sam is keep me occupied from my boredom. OH there’s that word. I recently learned in my brief return to therapy or counseling which ever term you prefer to use, that the word boredom is one of my triggers.
I have not learned any solutions – yet. Still working on my homework & research for that.
My Beloved knows how quickly I get bored. How easily I can be distracted as well. Mostly he knows how important it is to be able to just feel the wind on my face & through my hair. Thoughts, ideas and other stuff fill my head. Listening for some answers from the universe. There is only one way I know how to do this. Riding a motorcycle. But the two that he’s bought for me in the past few years just don’t feel as comfortable as I would like my bike to feel.
Suffering from PTSD from my motorcycle accident I tend to be skittish on my bike. It has to fit good for me now to ease the flashbacks. He located a 2005 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide and purchased it for me.
It’s perfect. Well, almost. The seat does spread me, causing me to walk as if I had been fucked every which way. Other than that its great. So Friday when I was supposed to meet up with Mr. Sam I went for a ride, by myself. Did I mention I had been (and still am) sick with a cough due to post nasal drip?
I’m riding every chance I get. Still a bit afraid of the traffic and the flashbacks but I push myself forward. I’m seeking answers for the questions that I really don’t want answers too.
PS….Thanks to Damon @5150silverback for the riding goggles!!! GO FOLLOW him…he’s an awesome efriend & twitter mate!!!