I have diagnosed myself with bipolar feelings. On the one hand, I feel summer inertia, a severe lack of initiative and desire to do much of anything. Lazy afternoons pass into lazy days in which I look back and cannot positvely identify where I had been and what I had been doing. Kind of a dissociative experience such as one where you are driving down the road, wake up and realize that you are already there. On the other hand, I am drawn into a state of restlessness; wherever I am, I hurry to get to the next point, but arriving at that point, wish I hadn't moved at all or that I would move somewhere else completely. I seem to be both overbooked and bored simultaneously. Things that should not be a priority are suddenly at the forefront of my mind as I turn them over and examine each thought with unnecessary detail and precision. Pressing issues such as grad school are brushed casually aside, prefering idle preocupations to deciding the big issues of my future. Have I forgotten so quickly the lessons in action I seemed to have learned so well in IV Justice Corps this past year? Is this burnout? In any case, I pray for this strange and divisive spell to be broken.
Recently, I have discovered the importance and power of a good friend and how they are so hard to come by. I miss many of my bestest friends who have not been in town/are not going to be in town for a while: Margaret, Rosa, David, Scott, Yummy, Ryan, Carrie, Christine, etc. I guess my mind is trying to hold on to the memories of late night talks and boba runs, hotty hot tubbing, "observing" the dance floor, go cart racing, nerds + school girls + PAO advisors, bubble bobble domination, 3 hour convos as Starbucks, and lamentations over old cows and dying eggs. I appreciate all those times now more than ever and hope that many more are on the way...
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