I love the new snapper racks, I had them installed on the boat last night. I get so many compliments about them, everyone seems impressed. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a tyrant of the seas. I don’t try to make myself out as some tough guy, or bad guy in anyway. I’m a sailor of the people, and I’ve seen many different kinds of people in my many years sailing across this planet.
I know that not everyone’s the same, and even the same family can have many different facets and parts to it. My sisters hate going out on my boat. They have no interest in deep sea fishing at all. I can’t blame them, although it would be nice if they complimented my newly installed stainless steel snapper racks.
I don’t know how others feel about their family, but mine has always been complicated. I have three older sisters; triplets. I don’t think that they know how much I care about them; if they did, then I’m sure that they will be a bit more loving towards me. I’m not sure how I would handle that.
They try their best to protect me as much as older sisters can do. They don’t like me going out on the boat by myself overnight. The sea is safe if you pay it respect and take safety seriously. They really do care for me, but at the end of the day, I’m my own man now, and I have to try and do things on my own. I don’t need my older sisters to pay for my bait boards or bow rails. I don’t need to hide behind them anymore. I’m not a child. I have a girlfriend that I care about deeply. We are in a partnership, meaning that we are equals in all senses. I’m the last of our family name being the only male, until I have a son that is. I might not have a son, just to be clear. I don’t know what would happen then, to be honest. Oh well, that is for another day to worry about. I need to worry about finishing the upgrades to my boast. There is a lot going on with the boat lately.