{"id":8448,"date":"2014-04-14T16:15:03","date_gmt":"2014-04-14T06:15:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bikeme.tv\/?p=8448"},"modified":"2014-04-15T09:35:45","modified_gmt":"2014-04-14T23:35:45","slug":"inat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/inat\/","title":{"rendered":"INAT"},"content":{"rendered":"

I do not do this invalid shit well.<\/p>\n

I try and I try, but I just cannot come to terms with my utter fucken uselessness at the moment.<\/p>\n

My scarred left arm feels like it belongs to someone else.<\/p>\n

My neck pops and clunks like an old Shovelhead gearbox each time I move my stupid head up or down, left or right.<\/p>\n

My sleep, if you could call it such, is a series of ultra-vivid dreams interspersed with periods of cottom-mouthed wakefulness, pain and discomfort.<\/p>\n

I emerge from my bedroom each morning mean, cloudy and emanating loathing like a bottled thunderstorm. No-one fucken speaks to me. And that\u2019s fine. I\u2019m not in the mood for talking. I want to smash shit, but I am unable to muster the physical wherewithal to do anything but shuffle from the couch to the shitter to the computer and back to the couch.<\/p>\n

My food tastes like shit and I am clenched with boredom and self-reproach. I cannot tend to my kraal<\/em>. My riding gear lies cold and unwarmed. Is there anything sadder-looking than riding gear left to gather dust?<\/p>\n

But I am getting better. Incrementally. Slowly. But irrevocably.<\/p>\n

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Fuck you, road.<\/p><\/div>\n

I measure this with a squeezy ball. When my son first bought me the squeezy ball, I could barely hold it. Now I can compress it. Not much. But more than I could last week.<\/p>\n

It has been four weeks since I cunted myself into a car that turned across my path. In one more week I will return to work. And when I return to work, I shall return to the gym. Fuck knows what I\u2019m going to do there, but I\u2019m going to do something. I must.<\/p>\n

I once had a visible tricep in my left arm. A beaut squirming python of power. My lifting was a vision splendid \u2013 well, to me anyway. I was strong.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s gone. My whole left arm is an atrophied log of weakness and failure. If my son was to challenge for control of the herd, then I would lose and be forced to live out my days on the fringes of the wolf-pack, eating the scraps the other wolves left. I can see him eyeing me in the evenings. He is lifting almost on a daily basis and radiating testosterone and confidence as only a 17-year-old male can. Yes, I will watch him closely.<\/p>\n

Happily, my wife has not yet decided to seek out another mate.<\/p>\n

But I\u2019m gonna watch her too.<\/p>\n

My friends call me now and again. They ask how I\u2019m doing. They care. A bit. They are my friends, after all. But I cannot be among them. I cannot share their lives. They go riding. They don\u2019t dare tell me about it. I do not wish to hear it. Pack of cunts, the lot of them.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re all on my watch-list too.<\/p>\n

My road back is going to be long. And it\u2019s going to be hard. I know this. To travel this road is going to take a single-mindedness of laser-like intensity. It\u2019s going to take a level of grim determination that would defy belief.<\/p>\n

But it\u2019s also going to take more than that.<\/p>\n

It is going to take inat<\/em> – pronounced ‘ee-nut’.<\/p>\n

Inat<\/em> is mindset unique to Serbs. The word has no English equivalent. But is the very characterization of my people.<\/p>\n

Author Mischa Glenny considered it thus:<\/p>\n

\u201cTo my knowledge, there is only one language that succeeds in reducing a complex chain of concepts to one four-letter word. The word is inat<\/em>; the language is Serbian.<\/p>\n

\u201cSerbs themselves will sometimes engage in extended discussions when trying to define the idea of inat<\/em>. Probably the least wordy English version of the word is \u201cdeliberately cutting off your nose to spite your face,\u201d although a more elegant definition I have seen is \u2018defiance for the sake of defiance rather than to achieve a long-term goal.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Stephen Fry kinda got it:<\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s a greedily practical turn to the famous inat<\/em> and spiteful defiance that Serbs generally offer the world community.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dragan Milovic, a Serb, of London\u2019s Institute of Slavonic and Eastern European Studies, really gets it:<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is more of an attitude of proud defiance, stubborness and self-preservation \u2013 sometimes to the detriment of everyone else or even oneself.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere’s no English translation for this word. It is very commonly used, something that a mother would chastise her child for, but probably feel a little bit proud of him as well for.<\/p>\n

\u201cThroughout the history of the region, its people have learned to fight to defend their land, their beliefs, their culture. This is the sharp edge of inat<\/em> \u2013 an attitude which allows self-preservation.<\/p>\n

So, yeah. I got me tonnes of that. It\u2019s in my DNA.<\/p>\n

I do not give a rat\u2019s red fuck what the doctor\u2019s think. I do not give a rat\u2019s red fuck how much it hurts, how much I cry and what suffering lies in store for me on this road.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m fucken on it and I\u2019m fucken walking it to the end.<\/p>\n

By fuck, I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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