Bowling Pin

This isn’t about regret, it’s about the weight of a bowling pin. As I sit on this exercise ball–that’s right, I’m writing on an exercise ball, so what; it strengthens my core. As I sit on this inflated silver ball I’m looking at this bowling pin on my desk and I’m just thinking, Man, I was drunk when I bought this. There was a phase of my life which was spent either partying or planning to party, and one particular party occurred at a bowling alley. Sadly, if it weren’t for this bowling pin, I would never have remembered that. After waking up on my friend’s couch spooning with this bowling pin, I was subtly informed that I had purchased it the night before from the nice old man who ran the alley where we bowled. They had gotten all new pins that day and were selling their old ones for two dollars, and apparently I had shouted, “I want one!” As I sat up on his couch, my friend held out his hand and said, “You owe me two dollars.”

I’m not proud of this phase of my life, but I appreciate it in the same way I appreciate this bowling pin. This thing is heavy, but I didn’t know that before I bought it. Before I bought this bowling pin I thought they were hollow plastic objects I could just throw the ball at and get a strike, so it didn’t make any sense to me then why I was such a bad bowler. After feeling the weight of a bowling pin, I understood that they’re only coated in plastic–their cores are actually solid hard maple. If I were a bowler, the knowledge that bowling pins weren’t light as a feather would make me want to learn more about strategy. Before this frivolous time in my life, I knew life was tough, but as long as I did whatever made me happy, I’d be fine. However, the impulsiveness of this drunken bowling alley purchase is negligible compared with other choices I made under the influence during that time. After coming through that time I realized that doing whatever I wanted was not the best way to go. Like this bowling pin, the events of life are heavy, and if I think they’re not, I’m lying to myself. That may sound like an after-school special, but it helps me make educated decisions about how to live a diligent life.


~ by russell jander on January 29, 2012.

12 Responses to “Bowling Pin”

  1. Spooning with a bowling pin – it’s such a lovely image – just the right shape – a little short, maybe, but you can’t have everything.

    Nice article.

  2. I went through a “Bowling Pin” phase too. It’s nice to come out at the other end of that tunnel and look back and be able to smile and not recoil at those memories.

  3. After a night of partying a friend of mine once work up and found a traffic horse (you know those double triangle horses with the blinking lights on them) in her kitchen, she has no memory of acquiring it, yet she was out drinking and it did end up in her kitchen, she left it at a construction site the next night. 🙂

  4. Very nicely written!

    I saw this bowling pin and instantly remembered the one hubby and I have at home…and I don’t exactly know why we keep it. Hmmmm.

  5. That sounds like a good reason to keep this one, Russell! As a reminder of how hard life is. 🙂

    I hope you are keeping the photos of all these trinkets in a special file so that you will always have them to look back at. (Yeah, they are in the blog, and you can go back through it, but it isn’t quite the same.) The clutter books do recommend “miniaturizing” your clutter by taking a picture or a cutting off the whole and putting it in a “scrapbook” setting. I think you are doing that.

    Good luck, as always. I love your posts. 🙂

  6. I know what you mean…but even 52, greying and spreading at the waist I do relish the occasional bowling pin moment….

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  8. well said – i enjoy reading how you tie in your trinkets with life’s lessons – great gift.

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