One Piece of Mail Too Much... Thursday, July 14

I had a meeting with a particular police officer today, to go over some questionable fan mail I've been receiving. 

I lost my hater fan but I still have my crazed fan. 

...I think it's been 13 weeks now, maybe 14, but there was about a week and a half break when he left me alone. A week and a half when he gave up after I had blocked him on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube. A week and a half where he didn't email me or anyone conntected to me like Clancy's Boxing or a particular ref.  A week and a half where I walked around wondering when and where he'd pop up online.

He's back and strangely enough there's a somewhat a sense of relief knowing how he's going to contact me.  No more surprises or guessing. He now messages me on Twiter.  As of today I don't use my Twiter account anymore... Twitter accounts that is.  I haven't used it for some time now but not I've called it quits.

There's definitely a disconnection needed that I've been feeling because he's not the only fan who has bombarded me with messages. Some of them just don't stop and it's rather overbearing at times.

My craving for disconnection led me on a detour from my trek home after my late night of training at System.  I finished training at System right at closing time, 11pm, and then found myself at a downtown condo, all sweaty from training. I had been lured there by promises of protein -- a post training vanilla protein shake.  The protein shake came with a side order of a scary movie and then I was lured to stay for another movie by these cracker puff thingy-a-ma-jiggies and some interesting conversation.  We talked about my plans here in Canada and how he had been my hero on Monday night.

"You always have to have a Plan B", Captain Bowtie once told me.  I never have a Plan B though. I always go after what I want and don't expect to fail or need an alternative plan other than the original.  I learned this past week that perhaps you shouldn't just have one plan, a Plan A only, but instead you need a Plan B, just in case.  Sometimes Plan B ends up being better than Plan A though. Sometimes Plan B surprises you and ends up being not what you wanted but what you needed.

Look,  I'm here in Canada.  This was never my Plan A nor was it in any of my plans but it's exactly what I needed to find myself again.

I don't think I went to bed until about 3am but I had successfully and finally disconnected via an interesting conversation with "him".  I call him Biker Boy but my friends call him Plan B.