We now return to surfing

Yes, I've been out surfing, three or so times since the last post. We shall return to surf blogging.

In the meantime, the SurfNazi women have taken a new turn, in which they have really gone too far. I. and E. have targeted a good friend of mine, and are trying to get him evicted from his apartment. They live in the same building. I. called up the landlord and spouted her usual lies, the same ones Tim (Hill, not J. as I called him; I don't need to anonymize people like that, I need to warn others about them) said to me on the beach that day (last post). I guess they come off as "sweet" and "blond" (though only one of them is hot) and he believed them. The landlord is threatening to evict my friend if he ever talks to me again. Poor man, he is so upset. He's lived in the building for many years, long before they decided to take it over and make it a nonstop surf party house. If they succeed in getting him out, that's exactly what it will be. A decent, regular guy like him, who works long and hard, is too old and boring for them apparently.

I have never met such vicious, narrowminded, meanspirited people in my life. How can anyone take such pleasure in trying to destroy others? I'm sure they're reading this and laughing.

And E. doesn't even drink, though I. does, so I can't blame alcohol. Anyone in my position would reasonably conclude that surfing makes people bitches and assholes.

But I digress.

My surf anniversary on July 3 came and went: four years. Fireworks etc. on July 4th were lots of fun. Somehow by the middle of the summer I've ended up with four guys' phone numbers I didn't have at the beginning. (I've only called three. And only one I really like.) And I've had good times at the beach, despite mostly small and crappy waves. Last session I managed to get up and riding despite that.

The best times were when one guy told me how good I was doing---that really made the session. (He's a beginner and worse than me, trying hard to stand up by the end of his first summer. The Schadenfreude guy.) And when I'm in the water with normal people as opposed to SurfNazis, it's no big deal: it's accepted that I can surf, inconsistently but I can. I am better than some and worse than others. Only someone with their own horrible issues projected onto me would scream at me to get out of the water.

I try to just focus on the people who are real. I don't care if they're dorky or not "cool" with the "in" crowd of Surfnazis. I've even been glad to see Barney (well, that's not his real name, but he's a Barney), the older, goofy looking beginner from last summer. Barney is still just Barney, thank God. He's not into stabbing anyone in the back.

When it's amazing to you that you can have a normal conversation with someone on your beach without them acting all weird or screaming at or threatening you or calling you names, you really know how f*d up the surf social scene is there.