Unreliable Water Bottle
I’m about to embark on day two of our hitch hiking trip, setting out early in the morning from Houston towards New Orleans. Temperatures will pass 100 degrees and that’s before that terribly thick coastal humidity. Who knows how long my buddy Slade and I will be on the side of the road, better fill up my water bottle ice cold.
Nope, it’s broken. The cap is leaking, not bad but bad enough.
I immediately throw it away because I don’t fuck with unreliable.
Everything has to be top class, consistently reliable and there for me when I need it.
I like to live my life with minimal amount of things, which means I love everything I own. And whether I’m hitching in the US, traveling across Europe or simply riding my bike through the city, I have to be able to rely fully on everything I own.
I’ve realized I value this characteristic in relationships, too.
My people need to be reliable, honest, consistent and trustworthy.
If I can’t lean on you when I need it most, I don’t have time to waste on you.
“Tell the truth I don’t listen to you, cause I don’t like being lied to. And that shit won’t sell, that wind won’t guide you.” Drake
I give three opportunities to gain my trust.
I will invite you to everything I do, whether it’s basketball or dinner or a night out. Over and over. But I need you to prove that you’re a solid person, that you will respond or even come hang out (gasp).
If you consistently ignore my offers, screen my calls or in other ways prove yourself unreliable, getthefuckouttahere.