downeastdigger
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I'm just not finding any good bottles these days. A good ol "dry spell".
So I figured I'd toss this out there, a little "Bottle Diggers Phych 101" if you will. Sorry, no photos
I'm going through a bit of a rough spell, in general in my life. And, I've got some extra time on my hands for the first time in a long time. I used to fantasize that when I got some spare time, and I could dig 4 or 5 times a week if I wanted, I'd go bottle hog-wild, and really "cash in".
So, the combination of experiencing this "rough spell" personally, AND, having extra time on my hands, can lead one into a very troublesome mind set. You quickly start to think, "I'll start digging and diving like crazy, and within a few days, I'll find a spot that will totally kick ass, and I'll pull out some pontils, maybe my first colored pontiled medicine. I'll ride that "bottle buzz" for weeks! and next thing you know, my life's problems will be solved !
A non-bottle digger would read this and think it was the silliest thing they've ever heard. But I'm banking on the fact that at least a few of you diggers can relate.
If you plan of finding butt kicking bottles, like "on cue", when you need some sort of boost in your life, they will never show up. It just doesn't work that way. You have no control at all over what treasure you uncover, and when. That's one of the many things that make it such a great hobby. You can have the "perfect privy" all lined up, and probed out, with great depth and "crunchy" feel to it, and you go to dig it, and you find a layer of aqua large slicks, and a pile of bricks below. Then on the other hand, you're walking down the street and pass a construction site, and step on to the dirt for a minute, and find a colored pontiled ink laying there in the mud, between the treads of a bulldozer, mint.
The Serenity prayer says something like, God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. (I think thats it).
I can control how I treat my family, how determined I am to find a job, etc, stuff like that. I CANT control what delicious bottles will be waiting for me at the bottom of a river somewhere, to give me a rush, or a bottle buzz, and make all feel right with the world.
Now, the wisdom to know the difference? Still working on that, one day at a time. I guess thats the impetus for this weird post.
I know most people flicked by this post when there were no pictures of freshly dug bottles, thats what I usually do But I'm hoping there's a few of you bottle nuts that can relate, and maybe don't feel as weird about yourself, now that you know you're not the only bottle digging addict out there !
Happy digging ! Hope my next post has some good pics. ( but if it doesn't, thats ok too, right?)
So I figured I'd toss this out there, a little "Bottle Diggers Phych 101" if you will. Sorry, no photos
I'm going through a bit of a rough spell, in general in my life. And, I've got some extra time on my hands for the first time in a long time. I used to fantasize that when I got some spare time, and I could dig 4 or 5 times a week if I wanted, I'd go bottle hog-wild, and really "cash in".
So, the combination of experiencing this "rough spell" personally, AND, having extra time on my hands, can lead one into a very troublesome mind set. You quickly start to think, "I'll start digging and diving like crazy, and within a few days, I'll find a spot that will totally kick ass, and I'll pull out some pontils, maybe my first colored pontiled medicine. I'll ride that "bottle buzz" for weeks! and next thing you know, my life's problems will be solved !
A non-bottle digger would read this and think it was the silliest thing they've ever heard. But I'm banking on the fact that at least a few of you diggers can relate.
If you plan of finding butt kicking bottles, like "on cue", when you need some sort of boost in your life, they will never show up. It just doesn't work that way. You have no control at all over what treasure you uncover, and when. That's one of the many things that make it such a great hobby. You can have the "perfect privy" all lined up, and probed out, with great depth and "crunchy" feel to it, and you go to dig it, and you find a layer of aqua large slicks, and a pile of bricks below. Then on the other hand, you're walking down the street and pass a construction site, and step on to the dirt for a minute, and find a colored pontiled ink laying there in the mud, between the treads of a bulldozer, mint.
The Serenity prayer says something like, God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. (I think thats it).
I can control how I treat my family, how determined I am to find a job, etc, stuff like that. I CANT control what delicious bottles will be waiting for me at the bottom of a river somewhere, to give me a rush, or a bottle buzz, and make all feel right with the world.
Now, the wisdom to know the difference? Still working on that, one day at a time. I guess thats the impetus for this weird post.
I know most people flicked by this post when there were no pictures of freshly dug bottles, thats what I usually do But I'm hoping there's a few of you bottle nuts that can relate, and maybe don't feel as weird about yourself, now that you know you're not the only bottle digging addict out there !
Happy digging ! Hope my next post has some good pics. ( but if it doesn't, thats ok too, right?)