Recently, a sailing buddy on another forum was talking about getting another boat; perhaps a small powerboat. I think a C-Dory would be perfect, considering his needs - he says it's over his budget. Whenever he mentions another boat (and he frequently mentions "the next boat"), I send him info on C-Dorys. :wink: He said something about me being the type of guy who would sit in the back of an AA meeting with a cold brewski. In the next post, he was quick to point out that he didn't mean that I have a "problem". Here's my response...
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"Jim has no problem..."??? Haven't talked to the Blonde lately, huh?
Hey, I'll be the first to admit it... I do have a problem. When something takes over your life and it's all you think about, it can be a problem. Some would call it an addiction, but I think that word gets tossed around too easily. My "problem" led to me becoming unemployed and selling off assets. Aimlessly wandering about. Family worried about us.
And Joan is an "enabler"; in fact she actively participates with me. Oh sure, she's not as hooked as I am, but she doesn't try to stop me. She can control herself more than I can, but I certainly haven't dragged her into this.
Hi, my name is Jim, and I'm an aquaholic.
I love being on the water... or near the water. It started out with some experimenting... going to warm places when it was cold up north... places with beaches and water that wasn't frozen solid. And then I saw all those boats. Those people looked like they were having fun; what harm could it be to give it a try?
At first, it was easy enough to just do it for a day or two. It's insideous, though; before long, a little isn't enough. I thought I could stop anytime I wanted. I was wrong. I justified it by saying it was just a little sailing... it was "green" - less impact on the environment, being out there in all that nature stuff. Hey, I wasn't hurting anyone. And then you find you want more. Work becomes a place where you have to go when you'd rather be... out there. One boat isn't enough. Deep down inside, I wondered where it would all end? And then I toyed with the idea of chucking it all and just giving in to my "problem." Oh sure, I had friends who sailed. They enjoyed it, and seemed to be able to control it. I didn't tell them about my "dark" thoughts.
And then a guy said, "I know what you need."
At first, you just "look into it." An occasional glance on the internet. You say to yourself, "But, I'm a sailor"... and there's the shame and the worry that you'll lose your friends... "what will they think?" As you find yourself being drug into the culture, you stop worring about what others think.
So, there you have it. I'm "all in." I go both ways - sail and power. The sailboat for when the living is easy, the powercruiser for making some miles. That "us vs them" thing? Who gives a rat's rear? "Light side - dark side"? I've found it to be no problem sliding in and out of both. As long as I can be on the water.
Yeah, I'm posting this from...on the water.
You can tell yourself, "It wouldn't happen to me. I know when to say when." But, you all have your little "secret": that internal combustion thing hanging off the back of the boat (or secretly tucked inside). Sure, you can motor "just when you want." Tell yourself: I can quit anytime, if I really want to.
Our families think we're a lost cause. Maybe they're right? All I can say is... we're OK; this works for us. We gave up our comfortable life in the northland to be on the water. Regrets? Yeah, during all those earning years, I wish I wouldn't have wasted all that money on buying stuff that doesn't fit in a boat - I coulda done this sooner.
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And that's another thing to consider before you buy a boat.