I haven’t written in a really, really long time. In fact, I’ve considered giving up blogging altogether a few times within the past 4-5 months. Something, though, just wouldn’t let me. Despite being bogged down by the rigors of my 3rd year of medical school, I still didn’t close this blog down. Maybe because it’s my first love? Ah, who knows. What I do know, however, is that I’ve been re-inspired to write more. I forgot how sane it kept me. I always forget. Luckily, I always remember, too.
Anyway, to pay homage to my friend Jessica Brookman…
This is a story about never f*cking missing opportunities–packaged nicely into a blog post about sneakers:
You see these sneakers? They are Travel Foxes. Yeah, from the 19-fucking-80’s. Vintage Travel Fox Sportivissime high top sneakers to be exact. I came across these way back in 2012 sometime in January. This was back when ETSY was new to me and I would browse it religiously. This was back when I would sit online and shop all day despite having biochemistry or anatomy to study. This was only just last year yet I felt like a completely different person at that time.
I watched these Travel Fox Sportivissime high top sneakers on ETSY for almost a month. I tried bartering with the guy selling them (he was asking $180–which I didn’t want to pay for some strange reason). I think I offered him something like $100. Like, I straight lowballed this guy. Eventually he just stopped responding to me, haha.
I never did buy those Travel Fox Sportivissime High Top Sneakers…
And, you know what? I’m a dickhead for that. A few weeks after I stopped talking with the guy, the sneakers sold for $180. Guess what? I’ve NEVER seen a pair of sneakers like these Travel Foxes ever again and I don’t think I ever will. What I learned that day I found out they were sold was that life is too short to not be impulsive. I mean, I’m not saying go out and shoot up heroin, but there definitely has to be an aspect of impulsivity incorporated into everyone’s life. I had the opportunity to own something beyond rare (and you guys know how much I love rare sh*t), and I passed up on it over a few dollars. In retrospect it’s quite disgusting.
I think since then I’ve really tried to just “go with the wind” as much as medical school allots, which isn’t really much at all. But, hey, at least I now have that mentality. When I’m given an opportunity I WILL take it and run. I’m that guy that if you give an inch, he’ll take a mile and probably your car, too, to drive that mile.