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TINY

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Hold on tight, you know she’s a little bit dangerous…

Not that long ago I was told I was too dangerous to do a task. I’d never heard this said of me before, and it took me totally by surprise. In other words it blew my fucking mind! Not only was I too dangerous, but it was also implied that I was too stupid. Of course, this was said to me by a tiny little man and his tiny little cronies. What they actually should have said to me is, “you are scaring us because you’re smarter than us, more adventurous than us, and have done a lot of honorable things in the community. You have also overcome a lot of barriers to achieve some pretty amazing shit, and all of this is making us get even smaller, so please go away and don’t come back.”

I feel sorry for these tiny little people with their small view of the world and their miniature lives made up of whinging and finger pointing. Ohhh, poor little poppets. Ohhh, so sad. The thing is, sarcasm aside, it is actually sad because it doesn’t have to be that way and it’s obvious that none of them can possibly be happy in their own lives. Happy people and good people don’t treat other people like “things” so that they can simply avoid having to take responsibility. Only bad people treat other people like they don’t matter and only tiny little people do things to intentionally harm other people. That’s how I know I’m not like them: I would never do anything to hurt anyone else, nor do I ever shirk responsibility. Not ever.

Learning through mistakes is the best way to learn a real lesson. This is why I never shirk responsibility. If I can’t acknowledge that I’ve made a mistake, then how can I ever learn anything? I’m not making this up, there’s heaps of books written about learning that reiterate this. I guess that’s where the tininess comes from: you’ll stay tiny if you don’t learn, and you can’t learn if you don’t make mistakes (or if you avoid taking responsibility for anything), and you can’t avoid making mistakes because guess what? We’re all human and live in the real world. Tiny people don’t grow as people because they’re stuck blaming other people for shit that’s gone wrong and can’t get past their own tiny view of reality, the one where they’re masters of the universe and never make mistakes or need to question their thought processes. Again, how sad and sorry this is because it doesn’t have to be this way at all.

To be honest, I’ve never been a fan of tiny men. They have a lot of issues and are never easy to deal with. It’s not the fact that they’re men, it’s the tininess that’s the problem. Ask any girl. She’ll tell you the same thing.

Hervey Bay Section

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I’m hiking from my home in Woodgate to the Brisbane CBD soon (map coming soon). I wanted to do it anyway, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to raise awareness and hopefully some funds for something that’s really close to my heart (or head, if you will): brain injury.

Around 700 000 Australians are living with brain injury (Brain Injury Australia, 2018) and I’m one of them. It’s likely that many people would look at me and think, there’s nothing even wrong with her, which I guess could be right because the impact of being brain injured is pretty difficult to measure, especially in the eyes of those who have no idea what it’s like to claw your way back after losing almost everything. Some people have even sought to use this against me to serve their own purposes. Sounds awful, right? Yeah, it is, but it’s caused me to come at this whole brain injury thing anew and that’s really why I’m doing this hike. I wanted to show these particular people that you can’t keep me down and that what they did was wrong in the worst kind of way because , what they did demonstrates a broader attitude to disability; an attitude that is just not on.

This is the route I will take on the hike, which begins on the 20th of September 2019. There are four basic legs:

1st leg Walkers Point (Woodgate) to Hook Point (Fraser Island) = 138km

2nd leg Inskip Point (Rainbow Beach) to Brahminy (Cooloola) = 98km

3rd leg Tewantin – Caloundra = 60km

4th leg Landsborough – Brisbane CBD = 150km

(distances are approximates taken from Google Earth Google Maps, therefore, not particularly accurate)

The whole thing will take 33 total days and I will be walking for 27 of those days.

Anyway, the whole point of this post was really to write about Old Mate.

I called into a local establishment in Hervey Bay to ask if they had rooms at their venue. The answer was no, which is fine, so I explained what I was up to. A blank look was the response I got, followed by more blank looks when I asked about a road at the bottom of the property. “It doesn’t got all the way through,” he re-iterated several times. I wasn’t sure that he totally got what I was asking and that he even knew what hiking was, so I said, “it doesn’t really matter about vehicle access because I’ll be hiking. What that means is  [insert simplistic description here],” met with yet another blank look, after which I decided that talking to this guy was a total waste of oxygen.

He went on to say that I’d need to contact the owner to ask his permission if I wanted to camp on the property. I wanted to leave, but I was conscious of not seeming rude. I also started to get curious as to if he might actually come ’round. Would something inside him click? Would he think to ask some questions? Would he eventually show some interest? No. It was obvious he thought I was a complete idiot.

me: what’s the owner’s name?

him: John

me: what’s his last name

him: Johnson

me; what’s his phone number?

him: I can’t give that out

me: but if I have to ask his permission, I’m going to need a way to contact him, so maybe you could give me the number of the establishment or the office and I could call him during work hours.

him: gives me number

me: thankyou (smiling on the outside, wanting to strangle him on the inside)

him: Ha, yeah, good luck (said with much derision while glaring at me because obviously I’m the biggest dickhead of all time)

I’d done another long distance charity hike in 2016 and couldn’t recall coming across anyone like this, so I started to worry that I’d imagined the wonderful and encouraging way I’d been received by pretty much everyone I approached for assistance back then. Maybe this hike won’t be like that one, I thought and I got a bit worried because I didn’t know how I’d face someone like this guy at every turn.

I needn’t have worried. The very next person I came across was a breath of fresh air, even if initially I thought she was going to get up me. I guess my meter was set on defensive-disappointment after old mate. Her name was Kim and she was working on road construction. I asked her about a patch of bushland near the site she was working on and if she thought I could camp there. She was so friendly and enthusiastic. She shook my hand  and offered me a campsite on her own property after I told her what I was doing. “That’s a great cause,” she said while shaking my hand again and smiling broadly. “And yes, I reckon you can camp here,” she said as she pointed at the vacant land while I looked at the colourful tattoos behind her right ear.

I hope most people I come across will be like Kim. This is what pretty much everyone was like on my last long distance hike.  Even in non-hiking life the world could use more people like Kim.

I’ll be mapping the Landsborough to Brisbane leg of the hike next week. I hope it’s not too hard to pin it down. I’m not familiar with that area, so I have no idea what to expect, plus I’ll be on my way to the Byron Bay Writers Festival, so I won’t have too long to spend faffing around trying to work things out. Fingers crossed it goes ok!

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