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Gullible Goes Home

There’s still one more leg of the journey that needs to be written, but in the meantime I’ve finally got all the pictures sorted and on Flickr for public consumption. Without further ado, I present: Gullible’s Travels

Hypothetical Adventure Map

This is my hypothetical adventure map. Tomorrow I fly from Saskatoon to Toronto and get on a bus to Kingston for a few days before the true adventure begins.

I’ll be landing in London first thing in the morning on the 29th and from there I’ll meet up with Jenny and Annora’s friend Mathilde who will get me settled and take me out a bit. After a few days in London I’ll head to Liverpool (because that seems like a pretty fun idea) before hopping over to Dublin. A day or two in Dublin and I’ll head toward Cork to meet up with Fidelma’s sister Vanessa, and then over to Kerry to meet her other sister Jacinta.

From there I’ll jog up to Belfast and take a look around, before going to Glasgow. Then it’s up to to Oban to visit the famous distillery of one of my favourite whiskeys. And then over to Dufftown for one of my other favourite scotches, Glenfiddich. Then it’s on to Edinburgh!

From there I’ll head to Newcastle, where I’ll take an overnight Ferry Cruise to Amsterdam. A few days in Amsterdam is going to be a LOT of fun. And then it’s on to Copenhagen to visit my lovely cousin Mandy and her husband Rasmus and their little one. After a few days there I’ll finally head towards Germany, first stop: Berlin. After Berlin it’s on to Starnberg to meet my cousin Ariane whom I’ve heard so much about, and her two boys, too.

Then a quick stop in Cologne on my way back to London where I’ll wander around for another day or so before flying back to Toronto and then eventually home again.


So that’s my rough game plan. It’s ever evolving and may end up going nothing like that, but those are the places I’d like to stop on this adventure of mine. Of course, postcards will be sent, letters written, and souvenirs acquired. I’ll do my best not to look like a lost tourist most of the time, and of course keep out of trouble. But not out of too much trouble, what’s the point of being young and stupid if I’m not going to act young and stupid at least once.

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SoulPancake Challenge – Week 19

SoulPancake Challenge – Week 19
This week’s question: What do you do to find calm in a chaotic world?

Eritonik Dialogues – On Hobbies and the acquisition of Goods

Every so often, Erik and I engage in conversations that remind me of the exchanges between Plato and Socrates. I call them the “Eritonik Dialogues” 

Erik You don’t need one. You want one.


Steve I don’t need a lot of things, but I want them

Luckily I’m a white male living in North America, and I can want a lot of things


I could legitimately rationalize a need for something like that

Erik You could legitimately rationalize a use for something like that.


I lecture you because i see so many parallels between us

but I’m more guilty of that shit than you and shouldn’t be nagging you about it

INSTEAD i lecture you and piss you off

I do it out of love

and old man crotchetiness

Steve How many cameras do you own?

If I thought you were legitimately getting on my case for wanting cool stuff I don’t need all the time we probably wouldn’t hang out as much as we do

Erik I own 1 if you count my phone

Steve I mean, something like that is the sort of item I would want to make excuses to go out and use

What about your dslr and film body?

Erik True. My mom gave me the film body Liz technically owns the dslr

But my ski gear and climbing gear

None of them “needs”

Steve You don’t need that stuff, but they enable your hobbies which contribute to your petal physical and mental health.

Erik Yes and those are valid uses.

But I define needs as literally as possible

Or try to

Steve Well, you need good mental health. How do you sustain good mental health? By engaging in hobbies and activities that stimulate you. What are some of those hobbies? And you can just keep going from there.

Erik Yeah but if you simplify that it’s really just justifying retail therapy

Steve I mean, you could turn it into a total numbers game, make se spread sheets that break down cost-to-enjoyment, and min max everything. But that’s not as fun

Erik Depends if it’s your hobby or not

Steve I would argue against that. Retail therapy implies that it’s the retail experience of acquiring goods that makes you feel satisfied.

But purchasing goods that would contribute to a hobby that beings me satisfaction is different than retail therapy.

Erik But they are related

Steve One could argue that certain items are not necessary to the hobby, but I’m arguing that they enhance the hobby

There’s no denying that new and shiny things are awesome, but I’m much more excited about the idea of camping and exploring more than I am about the tablet. The tablet is just a spark, the forest is where the fire is.

Heh, forest fire.

Erik Yeah. My hobbies are really gear intensive though and you see a similar thought process justify ridiculous unwarranted purchases

Forrest fired


SoulPancake Challenge – Week 18

SoulPancake Challenge – Week 18
This week’s question: If you could approach yourself as a stranger, how would you befriend yourself and what would our interactions be like?

Project Steve365, SoulPancake Challenge – Week 15

Project Steve365, SoulPancake Challenge – Week 15
What would be on your warning label if you were a product?

No picture, no video.

Yesterday was a bit of an ordeal. As many of my friends know, I’ve been planning a trip to Europe, on which I’ll be departing on the 23rd of May. Yesterday I got it stuck in my head that I’ll be leaving in just a little over a month and I have no idea what I’m doing, or how to do it, and I proceeded to have what I can only describe as a 5 hour panic attack.

As I’ve described to a few people directly, I wasn’t sure if I was hungry, tired, or having a full on panic attack. I felt vulnerable and unprepared. Throughout the day I was nervous and jumpy, and it took almost all of my mental capacity to keep myself from going into full on meltdown. My heart rate was bouncing between 105 and 115 all day.

I’ve never been able to constructively deal with stress. At the best of times I completely shut down, I lock up, I block out the world, and I go to bed. At the worst of times the opposite happens, I become a raging volcano waiting for a fault line to slip, and I go off. Luckily, once I got home yesterday and had dinner, I shut down. I went to bed almost immediately after eating, slept until 10:30 when I got some water and melatonin, and went back to bed. After all that, I still didn’t wake up rested.

My sleep was plagued with terrible dreams. That the next month went completely against everything I’m trying to plan. That people came home far ahead of schedule, that I couldn’t afford my trip anymore, that I couldn’t sell my Jeep because I got in an accident shortly before I would have been leaving and again couldn’t go on my trip. Everything that could go wrong did. Not all at once, in one huge downward spin, but multiple scenarios played out in my mind as I slept.

The only thing I can take out of any of this is how important this trip must be to me. I’ve only ever reacted in ways similar to this about things I’ve cared deeply about. The thought of not being able to go on this trip brings me to my knees and destroys my psyche. But like Nick said to me yesterday, it’s good that I’m experiencing this stress and fear, because I’m not going to back down. It’s terrible, but I’m going to somehow push through it and become that much greater because of it. “Which means the next time you feel this you can say ‘Oh, I’ve felt this before. And that was fine.'” Which, I won’t. At first. But I understand what he’s saying.

Time is passing so quickly, in six weeks I’ll be leaving the continent for six weeks. I’ve never gone that far from home before, let alone by myself. I’ve got plenty to be freaking out about, I don’t think anyone will argue with that. Since the moment I bought my tickets I’ve had to convince myself that this trip is actually happening. There have been varying moments of it being real to me, maybe yesterday it actually hit me, and hard. I’m going on this trip. I’m going to go to the airport on the 23rd, I’m going to spend a few days in Toronto, and then I’m going to go to England. If I don’t have something, I’ll either get it or make due without. If I don’t have a place to stay I’ll figure it out. I’ll meet people.

Like many people in their early and mid twenties, I wouldn’t really say I know who I am. If I had to describe myself I would first need to know within what context. It sounds melodramatic, but there are only versions of myself, I don’t know my true self. Not anymore. When I was in the 4th grade we moved from one side of the city to the other, and I didn’t fit in. I had always been somewhat of a manic child. I exhibited extreme mood swings and juvenile behavior, even for a 9 year old. I want to say that before we moved, because my classmates had known me to be that way since we all started preschool, they just took it as normal and no one noticed. But looking back I’m not even sure I really had any friends before we moved, either. People knew me, but I didn’t know any of them. So, after we moved, I had to cope. To do that I tried to blend in. For every class, for every group of people, for each individual person I interacted with, I was a different version of myself. I latched on to their dominant personality traits and reflected them back. I became a chameleon whose skin was a mirror of everything around itself. Most of the time it worked just fine. Sometimes, it didn’t work out well. If I was spending spending too much time with the ‘trouble makers’, I became one, too. I would be disruptive. I got into fights. My schoolwork suffered. I was suspended multiple times until I finished elementary school. When I was with ‘good’ kids, I played Chess at a level that rivalled out teachers at times, my grades were some of the best in the class, I was happy, I would fit in and people liked me. At least, who I presented myself as.

It continued into high school, and luckily I was spending time with ‘good’ kids almost immediately. I did well, but I still struggled. I’m very fortunate to have spent my time with the right people. I turned out alright. But all through my life I’ve only ever felt like I’m a reflection of the people around me. If there isn’t at least one other person around me I don’t know what to do, how to act. I’ve been caught in an internal existential crisis for the last 15 years. It’s hard to be yourself around people when you don’t know what that is. It’s difficult to articulate to people, and most just seem to dismiss it.

And that’s why this trip is so important to me. It’s cliche, but I really do feel like I’m going to Europe to find myself. My true self, who I am underneath these mirrors. To force myself to traverse an environment so foreign to me that I won’t know how to act, what to reflect, and my true self can finally step through for me to latch onto, and I can come home as a real person.

Maybe that’s what I’m so afraid of. I don’t know the last time I met my true self, I don’t know what to expect. If my friends and family will still like who comes back. If I had to describe my deepest fears, the unknown would be 2nd from the top. And I’m getting ready to dive head first into more unknown in six weeks than I’ve experienced in the past 24 years.

But I’m committed. And I’m terrified. But I won’t let anything keep me from doing this. I might melt down a hundred more times before I leave. I might meltdown a hundred more times AFTER I leave. I might come back a broken person. But I’ll rebuild. I want to be a person again. I want to stop fitting in, I want to start standing out.

So, I don’t have a picture for yesterday. And, ironically, I put off making a video about procrastination. I’ll be working on that tonight instead. I’m still exhausted, I’m still trying to reel myself back in, but I’m doing a lot better today.

Thanks to everyone who helped talk me down yesterday, each one of you made a big difference. I cannot express how appreciative I am to know such amazing people.

Thanks for reading.

Testing some waters

I’ve been meaning to migrate my blog from Blogger to WordPress for a few years now, actually, but I’ve just never gotten around it. One of the big reasons I put it off for so long is because I wanted to host it myself rather than within someone else’s webspace. Well, I’ve had my own domains and hosting set up since last August. Then I sort of forgot about it.

But I wanted to get it set up before I leave on my big trip to Europe to better organize things for when I’m travelling and make posting and keeping track of my adventure that much easier. So I’m testing it out right now, and so far I’m pretty impressed. I’m kind of sore with myself for not doing this sooner.

I’ll be publishing all of my Project365 photos here, as well as my SoulPancake and other YouTube videos. I’m also working on some Tumblr integration and Twitter as well, so we’ll see how it goes.

For the time being I’ve managed to find the same theme I’m using for my Tumblr page, but in the future I hope to sit down and completely design my own theme, with help from Nick if he’s got some time.

That’s about all for now. I’m still keeping this as a ‘beta’ test for now, but with the way things are going I think I’ll be able to call it blog 2.0 by the end of the week.

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