Lost

I keep asking myself a question that I can't rightfully answer. I mean I can, but its obviously biased. When I ask my friends the same question I ask myself, for some reason, I don't trust their answers. I don't know why either. I messaged this to my best friend earlier today:

Just on a run. I'm trying to collect my thoughts. But for the first time in my life, I actually feel lost. Like I don't know much at all about anything or anyone. I've been sitting in the middle of a soccer field trying to think and I can't figure out a place to start. It's like I'm a passenger on my own bus and I hate everything I see out the window. My phones dying. I'm gonna run back home. Thanks for letting me write this.

Ever feel like you're gifts, features, traits, physical and mental, are just being used by your family, friends and coworkers for their benefit...and you're strung along to think that you mean more to them than you actually do?

I'm not even sure where I'm going with this. I started writing hoping a few thoughts would align for me here. Instead, this is just another empty thought floating in my head with several others.

I'm lost. I'm in a tailspin. These thoughts are taking up a large portion of my days and even more of my nights. I'm trying to put this puzzle together, but these thoughts, these pieces don't seem to fit...and I don't trust anyone to ask for help.

(TDKR) Holmgren Visits Poile

In honor of The Dark Knight Rises and my love for Hockey, I created this parody. Hope you enjoy! 

After hearing about Weber’s offer sheet, David Poile collapsed and was taken to a nearby hospital. Holmgren decided to pay him a visit.  

Poile, is tied to a Hospital gurney for his own safety and tries to attack Holmgren as he enters the room.

Holmgren: Hiiii...You know...I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us David. When you and uhhh...uhhh...

Poile: WEBER! 

Holmgren: Right...when you and Weber were negotiating, I was sitting in Ed Snider’s bouncy castle. I didn’t offer him a contract. 

Poile: Your idea, your plan...

Holmgren: Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a jock chasing girls, but I never know what to offer them, you know, I just... offer things. Richards had plans, Carter had plans, Suter & Parise had plans. You know, they're schemers. Schemers trying to control their hockey teams. I'm not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to win a Stanley Cup really are. So, when I say... Ah, come here.
(He takes Poile’s hand into his own)

Holmgren: When I say the offer sheet to Shea Weber was nothing personal, you know that I'm telling the truth. It's the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans for a cup, and look where that got you.
(Poile tries to grab Holmgren.)

Holmgren: I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to Nashville with Ed’s money & a ridiculous offer sheet. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying! If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, Penner will pull his back eating pancakes, or Burke will mortgage the future for Kessel, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan." But when I say I’m going to offer Shea Weber $110 million over 14 years, well then everyone loses their minds!
(Holmgren hands Poile four 1^st round picks.)

Holmgren: Introduce a little anarchy. Upset Bettman’s CBA, and everything becomes chaos. I'm the GM of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It got me Ilya!

(still holding the four 1^st round picks, Poile pauses and turns to Holmgren)
Poile: You want Weber?

Holmgren: Mm-hmm.

Poile: We’re matching

Holmgren: S**t! I’ll offer Scott Hannan, Weber’s deal. 

Here's the link to my favorite scene from Dark Knight. I hope TDKR lives up to the hype. Enjoy your weekend everyone. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfmkRi_tr9c