Before I start I'm just gonna let you know now that I'm liable to veer off into extreme tangent mode while writing this post; you've been warned.
So...on Thursday I went to Mexico with my church to build a church in Terrazas del Valle (Dont worry I've never heard of it either) in Tiajuana.
Lemme start off with a little backstory because backstories are awesome and this one is interesting. So around a week or so before I went to Mexico I didnt exactly fill my dad in on the details (ie I didnt tell him at all and this was a bad idea because I had already paid for the trip and everything) so I was in a bit of a panic mode. A few months before he already said he was against me going so things were looking pretty bleak here. I'm the master of disaster so I decide "hey lets tell him 5 days before I leave."
This plan, clearly destined to succeed, somehow failed. He kinda went on about how I'm going to die, how Mexico is clearly a lost cause so its pointless to even try to help them, how the church is so irresponsible to let us go... I think you get the point. He even went so far as to threaten (Pretty sure this is a threat) to kill my pastor and his wife if I got hurt.
Dunno if you guys have been in this situation before so take it from me, it really sucks. He talked about it more on Monday (which really just consisted of variations of "YOU GON DIE BOY" and "LOLNO") which was just dandy. On Tuesday it was desperation mode so my mom suggested me asking my pastor what to do; my dad also challenged/forced/wanted me to ask him some weird questions but this is kinda irrelevant but yea I called him up.
So as sort of a pre... well ok I dont even know what to call it, but I decided beforehand that I was going to listen to whatever my pastor said. Why you ask? Well I was all "Yo God whats up dawg, I'm just gonna throw this in your hands and all so speak through my pastor and stuff because I'm going to listen to him"...or something along those lines anyway.
So he actually recommended me not going which I wasnt exactly thrilled about cuz I really wanted to go to Mexico. But I already said I'd listen to whatever he said so I decided to tell my dad I wouldnt go. I called him multiple times and he didnt answer which was kinda weird. Wednesday morning I give him a call and tell him I'm not going and stuff and he kinda goes "k" and we're on our merry way.
Or at least, that's what I expected anyway.
He told me to pack "just incase" as he put it confusing me (and kinda pissing me off; after telling me no and basically threatening to off my pastor packing doesnt exactly seem like the clearest thing to tell me); I dont do it because I'm a procrastinator but I later find out I'm able to go.
What was weird about this whole ordeal was I thought this: because I wanted to go to Mexico, thats exactly why I wasnt getting it. Its a weird and nonsensical (+1 to me for using big words) theory sort of thing, but it happens with a lot of things. I tend to want things and I end up never getting them, so I reasoned out "the fact that I want it so bad even further solidifies the fact that I'm not going to get it" which now seems kinda stupid.
Tangent aside, the night before Mexico was great; we went to my friend Max's house as a hangout for the day before Mexico. I got my ass handed me in Brawl, learned I was less than proficient (I really suck) at pool and I got to eat Hawaiian food with a knife.
Life was good.
Thursday morning I packed (and later found out I packed shampoo + bodywash yet no towel, and tool belt and gloves yet no hammer. Damn I'm awesome) and headed off to church. Gonna skip the minor details and I'm gonna fast foward to van time.
The van down was pretty nice. I was put in with Jojo which was cool, but more importantly I was thrown in with people I really didnt talk to. Actually, it was pretty awesome, my childhood friend James was there. The whole car ride down we gave people riddles which was pretty funny (and frustrating because they kinda sucked) and we also played a game or two. I also played the whole car game with James; if he was actually punching me hard my arm would have fallen off.
At around 6PM we arrive at our little facility where we ate/slept/cleaned ourselves. It was the first day so we didnt get dinner (we brought our own from Carls Jr./McDonalds) at the site so we practiced for worship while people played games.
After everything was calmed down, people tried to sleep because it was already heading into the 12-1AM range and we had to be up at 6:30 the same day. That night was a horrible night for sleep; I could not sleep at all and slept for around 2 hours.
But at the same time... it was a pretty awesome night. Because I wasnt sleeping, I got to hang out with people in a treehouse. It was actually the first time I'd hung out with some of these people, and I felt like even though we really didnt go that deep (We need to go deeper - Dom Cobb) into anything, I felt like we bonded even if it was just a little bit.
What a satisfying night.
I'm going to stop here because I'm tired because I got a whopping 12 hours of sleep over the past few days. As the title suggests, there will be a part 2 (soon actually, I want to try and get it down asap) so stick around for that if youre interested. I also have something new thats already written, just waitin to post it. The more you know... and stuff
You can show me how hard you had it, and you can show me all the scars to back it
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