Experiencing technical difficulties
First, I'd like to say congrats to me! haha it's my 100th post on Jay's Chronicles 2.
So, let's address the situation at hand. It's an important one. Since I've been back I feel like I've been acting a bit weird. For the most part ok, but every now and then just buggin out. I wasn't able to sleep the past few nights, I was totally blowing a few people off, and saying shit that I would never usually say. Heres the diagnosis:
If you've kept up with the posts, you'll know how odd shit was for me 900 years ago (before the fight directors workshop and actually even before I came here). There were so many relationships I wanted to continue and develop back home, like with my bro, who I'm close as hell with, and the rest of my family. Shit was also random again with Jess, like it usually is. Then I came back here for less then two weeks, which was invigorating. It was a whole new environment to adjust to because we moved to the new apartment while I was gone. I got into some pretty shitty fights with my mom, which we got over, and it was horrible to see her go (I'm wicked close with all of my family). Ann further complicated things during the beginning of that vacation, especially with the retarded signals I get from her all the time. (Jesus, it's two years later and similar sentances about both those girls keep showing up. WTF dude, you'd think I'd learn by now). So in the jumble of all that shit, it's now time to prep for the national fight directors workshop. We worked out asses off every day, almost giving ourselves mono in the process. And then I was gone. Thrust into a world where I'm half the age of every one else, and twice as much is expected of me. for 16 hours a day I give every process in my brain, every bead of sweat to this workshop. And when it all starts to become too much? The clouds part. I'm saved. And I'm home. Abandoned, and left on the side of the road in this highway I called my summer. Left to ingest over a month of feelings that I ignored.
I think I've just been a bit tweaked this week because its my bodies way of working itself through all the feelings and bullshit that I had to ignore during those earlier weeks. Now that I figured out what's up, I just gotta spend some time with myself to figure this shit out.
So, while I'm experiencing technical difficulties, please bear with me ^_^. Things'll be back to normal in no time!
So, let's address the situation at hand. It's an important one. Since I've been back I feel like I've been acting a bit weird. For the most part ok, but every now and then just buggin out. I wasn't able to sleep the past few nights, I was totally blowing a few people off, and saying shit that I would never usually say. Heres the diagnosis:
If you've kept up with the posts, you'll know how odd shit was for me 900 years ago (before the fight directors workshop and actually even before I came here). There were so many relationships I wanted to continue and develop back home, like with my bro, who I'm close as hell with, and the rest of my family. Shit was also random again with Jess, like it usually is. Then I came back here for less then two weeks, which was invigorating. It was a whole new environment to adjust to because we moved to the new apartment while I was gone. I got into some pretty shitty fights with my mom, which we got over, and it was horrible to see her go (I'm wicked close with all of my family). Ann further complicated things during the beginning of that vacation, especially with the retarded signals I get from her all the time. (Jesus, it's two years later and similar sentances about both those girls keep showing up. WTF dude, you'd think I'd learn by now). So in the jumble of all that shit, it's now time to prep for the national fight directors workshop. We worked out asses off every day, almost giving ourselves mono in the process. And then I was gone. Thrust into a world where I'm half the age of every one else, and twice as much is expected of me. for 16 hours a day I give every process in my brain, every bead of sweat to this workshop. And when it all starts to become too much? The clouds part. I'm saved. And I'm home. Abandoned, and left on the side of the road in this highway I called my summer. Left to ingest over a month of feelings that I ignored.
I think I've just been a bit tweaked this week because its my bodies way of working itself through all the feelings and bullshit that I had to ignore during those earlier weeks. Now that I figured out what's up, I just gotta spend some time with myself to figure this shit out.
So, while I'm experiencing technical difficulties, please bear with me ^_^. Things'll be back to normal in no time!
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