chang|e one’s mind

my cover of killin’ me softly is up on youtube:

i’m definitely a what-if kind of guy.  i’m always thinking of different possibilities of what’s going to happen in the future.  it can be helpful, but most of the time, it hurts me more than it helps.  it’s like you have a decision made, and then you keep second-guessing it.  this is the reason why i always overpack for trips.

you see, whenever i pack for trips, i always pack a couple more shirts and couple more pants than i need.  which is no big deal right?  right.  but… the reason i pack more clothes than i should is because of a weird reason.  i’m gonna let you all in on a secret.  i’m about to tell you why i overpack for every trip.  this secret could ruin me.  well, not really, but it’s just kind of weird.  the reason i overpack for every trip is because of one word: mud.  that’s right.  i overpack because i always have this thought that i’m going to slip in some mud.  i’ve never done it before on a trip, and yet i am convinced that this next trip will be the one where i slip in some mud and have to change clothes.  it could be a beach trip with 90 degree weather and no clouds in the sky, i will pack extra clothes cause mud might possibly show up.  weird eh?

i think it comes from one time when i was younger.  i was playing tag with some friends in my front yard.  it had rained the day earlier but the ground was mostly dry.  i was “it” and so i was chasing my friends on my front yard.  as i was running, i stepped into this wet grass area which happened to be pretty muddy and slipped into it, covering the entire side of my jeans with mud.  we called timeout while i went to go change and so i put on some new clothes and charge outside.  no big deal right?  the game goes on.  wrong.  as i’m running out of the house, yelling that the game has just continued, i step in the same exact spot as i had done previously, ruining yet another pair of pants.  i went in to change a second time and when i came back out, we decided to end the game before i ran out of clothes.  i couldn’t believe it.  i remember being so disappointed in myself the second i was falling in the mud the second time.  never again would i let that happen.  and i never have.

so you can understand why i’ve been traumatized into thinking that i must always pack extra clothes in case of mud.  dah!  stupid mud, you’ve ruined my clothes packing efficiency!