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AUGUST 26, 2009 2:49PM

The Surfing Competition - The Day of

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mind_control

 

I've always been amazed and often disturbed by the ways people send you messages - the real messages they want to send your way, whether conscious or not. Nowhere has this been more evident as of late than with this upcoming surf competition at 5:00 today.

I've asked my friends and fellow surfers repeatedly not to tell me much about the other surfers in this tournament. I don't know most of them anyway and figure it's better off that way. Just point me in the right direction and tell me to surf. I don't need a "who's who" of the Long Beach Island surf community.

Yet once the line-up was announced, I was greeted with a barrage of phonecalls and remarks, most had that "subliminal speak" such as:

 "Whoa....you're going up against Maureen Smythe? She's really good. Wow. She's really good. She's like the best on the island. Good luck."

"You're paired with Lorraine. I hope she'll do okay. She's really nervous about this competition. Really nervous."

"I had the worst dream about the competition last night. Someone was airlifted and taken to an emergency room. Good luck tomorrow!"

I almost don't want any friends or family there to support me. It's too painful. I almost feel better or more comfortable left alone. It's as if to say, "Too late, my friends, too late. I don't need this now. It just feels awkward. Move along."

Besides invariably they say something that disturbs me because I always read the subtext, whether real or perceived. In short, I'm paranoid and touchy. 

The movie My Dinner with Andre has a scene that has stuck with me for years. Wally Shaun talks to Andre Gregory about an upcoming performance where he has to wear a big, heavy mask on stage. Another actor comes up to him and says, "The last time I wore a mask like that, I passed out on stage." 

My brother just walked by. He said, "The tournament is at 5 tonight? They usually have them in the morning. It's better in the morning. Waves are cleaner."

Here's a few moments from one of my favorite movies, My Dinner with Andre (not including the scene I mentioned.)

 

 

 

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Alright, I'm off to the races. I've watched lots of My Dinner with Andre, as a non-traditional way warm up, ate fresh food, drank peppermint tea, listened to Rock Superstar by Cypress Hill really loudly and want to crawl inside a hole!

Ha...not really. I'll do my best and thanks for all the words of wisdom.
You'll do better than I would (since I have never actually surfed before). And...You are skilled enough to even be in a competition! That's supposed to make you feel better.
I think you'll do great!

:-)
Ommmmm.......

You'll be terrific.
Bonne Chance!
Watching that movie gives pause to a crazy life, thanx for reminding me how much I love the whole concept of MDWA! I raced motor cycles(motocross, and road) knew the best of the gang by name, but knew the names of the victims(crashes) too. I chose to block out the bad stuff, I catch the drift. How did you do?
We'll be sending all kinds of good energy your way . . . just ride the wave . . .
Good luck! You'll do great!
I always listened to "Won't Get Fooled Again" before a big competition. I wouldn't choose "My Dinner with Andre," but whatever works for ya.
Yep, gotta love supportive friends and family.
I heard Maureen Smythe really isn't all that good -rumor around here is that she's afraid of you!
Your family sounds like my family. Don't listen!
Listen to your heart and your body. Tell everyone else to take a long walk off a short pier!
Break a Leg!! (an old theater term.....crap! you know that!..I'm just so superstitious).
One of our favorite movies, too!!! I love that you’ve made watching this one of your pre-competition rituals. Reminds me of the My Dinner with Andre action figures at the end of Waiting for Guffman.

Hope you wrapped yourself up in an electric blanket last night, enjoyed a cup of cockroach-free coffee in the morning, and ate a fortune cookie on your way to the competition!

Just remember to keep seeing, feeling, and remembering.

—Melissa
Maureen Smythe! Holy crap. You're going to need more than peppermint tea.
I pledge to continue to love you even though I loathed your favorite movie. Can our mutual admiration society survive? Good luck! Can't wait for the next installment.
I made it back alive. I'm waiting on a few photos to write the blog, so it may not be up today. I will say this: it was good, bad and ugly. I'm happy overall though. And thanks again. I kept your words in mind, truly.

Grandma, MDWA is one of your favorite movies too and Sally, you couldn't stand it? Oh...it has just been a constant source of help for me. I've watched it at least a half dozen times, maybe more, and each time I hear something that resonates with me.

But more than that, I liked it because it was such a simple, honest movie. No tricks, no CG, no bullshit - just two people talking about the complexities of life.
Ah yes, I remember these times vividly....

It was the 8-12 age group body surfing championships at Jones Beach Long Island and I was beating my old nemesis Spencer Bellamy until all of a sudden I got caught in an undertow and was cast back 30 yards..It felt like a million miles...There was my mom half asleep smoking a cigarette with the other 20 million people littering the shore...She was just a speck with an ember..

I need therapy..
With friends like that.....

eh

We used to surf across the swimming pool on a styrofoam surfboard. Does that count?

:D
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I'm resisting the urge to peak and see how it went. I watched the video (that's one of my favorite movies, too) and of course, looking ahead is to miss the experience of discomfort, trepidation about the outcome of the competition, and therefore to miss the truth about this moment. I appreciate that you kept a record of your feelings, whatever the outcome.