Drinking tea and staring at my braced-and-propped-up foot. My sense of balance has always been off - of course I would jump down and *crack!* sprain my ankle. It's not like I couldn't tell that my balance was going.; whenever I get tired or have a good, intense workout my inner ear takes a vacation. But still, I was being ambitious and ignored the warning signs.
This seems to be a reoccurring problem in my life - not just being physically unbalanced, but mentally and emotionally off-kilter as well. I seem to be going good, balancing work, school, friends, family and POI(s)*, when I (metaphorically) fall on my butt. I HATE that. It's just when I think that I can almost make my life work, something goes wrong and I lose someone/thing because of it.
Maybe that's normal. I dunno. I just really want to be independent and alone and good at what I do. I don't need to be perfect, just at least competent at the things I do. No flaking, no failing, no forgetting. This just in: yeah, that's not happening. But facing, acknowledging that I can't do it all is hard. Like really hard. Like things-that-dent-concrete hard.
No wonder people bury themselves in sex, in alcohol, in friends, in relationships, in anything that they possibly can. Reality sucks otherwise.
*POI - Person Of Interest, usually of a romantic nature
11 January 2011
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