my people

My people are not the people that go to really cute restaurants, that new on the block that everyone is raving about just to give your opinion on it and because that's what you do, go to restaurants because it's fun and you like food. I mean maybe they do, I know I have. But it's more likely to be something like a gluten free restaurant on the harbor in Newport, Oregon.

My people are not the people that go clubbing on the weekend, or out dancing with their friends, because that's what they do, they go party, maybe get drunk, because that's fun. Or maybe the do when they're in New York on vacation because that's a thing. 

My people aren't overly obsessed with the worldly things, although they may indulge them selves sometimes; go shopping sometimes, go check out a cute restaurant on the harbor, watch the newest blockbuster, after all they are only human.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that although my people do those things, it's not their main squeeze. 

I've always thought my people were a little more common, because I've surrounded myself with them so much, I've been really fortunate to know such great people. My people are hard to find, but if you go to the right places they can be found. 

Because I waste my life away on the internet, I'm a huge fan of stupid internet quizzes. Don't judge me. 

I mean, after taking SO MANY, I began to see a pattern. Sometimes those quizzes would ask things like, "Where is your happy place?" "Where is your ideal honeymoon?" "Where would you like to spend your weekend?" "What's your idea of a good date?" ...............Absolutely none of those that you just listed, thank you.  

RARELY ever would they have something I'd actually want to do. Like, "the great outdoors" "backpacking Europe" "in the mountains" "rock climbing" 

Yeah nope. Didn't have those. 

But it was then, thanks to these Buzzfeed quizzes (my life is not entirely wasted, hallelujah) that I realized that my people were not entirely the majority, rather the minority. 

I'm not saying that the majority of the world are nature haters, not at all. I'm just saying, that those like me, the ones that would rather spend the majority of their time adventuring in the great outdoors, whose souls stir wildly in the fresh mountain air, and those who love the earth so passionately and want to see every part of it, are not 99.9% of the 7 billion people in the world, but they're not pink dolphins either (although if we could call ourselves pink dolphins I'd be 100% okay with that). 

This is making absolutely zero sense. Whatever. 

Sometimes when I'm out adventuring, I pass trails with someone. I like these moments, (only if they're not super hot and I'm worried about looking like a mess) where I can share a smile with one of my people, maybe talk to them for a bit (note: I hate all conversations outside of nature, this is true) or maybe just say hi. 

Because I like to make a fool out of myself on this blog, I'll tell you this. Sometimes when I'm out adventuring, I'll see some really hot guy. Like, really hot, okay, and because they're also out adventuring that makes them 50% more hot. Sometimes we'll have a short conversation, sometimes we'll just pass with a "Hi" a "thanks" or a smile. But I'd be a fat liar if I said I didn't imagine that one day after lots of adventures, we'd get married and have a really cute family and we'd read them stories and travel the world together. This happens. I just thought you should know, I know you do it too, don't be a phony ;) Reserve your judgment. 

But yes. My people. I like them. And I long to go on adventures with every. single. one of them, and just get to know them. I love meeting people on my adventures, so very much. 

We're not all clones, jsyk, wouldn't that be gross, a bunch of zombie clones backpacking through the winds. Nooooo thank you. We're unique in our own ways, but our hearts, in a way, are the same. 

My people may not spend 24/7 adventuring in the great outdoors, or traveling the world, although they love it so, they do what they want obviously. 

My people are those who's hearts beat hardest walking through the terminal of an airport, off on new adventures, or on the summit of a mountain. They have farmers tans, chaco tans, a hole in their pocket because #gearisexpensive, a heart full of memories, and a love for adventure, a love for the earth, a love for travel, and in those moments where their souls stir and their hearts beat hardest, these are my people. :)