My Strategy course started this all. This blog was a result of two consecutive all nighters followed by a really bad presentation and an even worse day of tears, fears and all the negatives packed inside 6 hours.
I had to call it quits over one of the finest specimens of males on my side of the platter. No, it's not about trying, not being in league of someone; it just wasn't meant to be anything other my southern region calling the shots over the brain and the guts.
Sometimes, actually most of the time, proximity, height, and some undecipherable scents mix to play weird tricks on your nervous system- specially if you never had any shot at something fine.
But that is not the reason why I am doing this entry.
The course, as it ended (still 2% away from full finish) last night - at 10pm, I found something actually cry from within. I have been in the Stockholm Syndrome road block ever since I came to my senses. And I knew what was happening to me last night. The anger, the despair of not being able to grasp the most 'simple' concepts and finally the insensitivity ingrained by the Professor just evaporated like there was nothing there. The white paper of my senses which was riddle with holes, streaks and burns was suddenly made whole again in a split second.
I don't have the urge to reach out to Mr. Popularity again and do something weird. I'm gonna miss everything about him although I am still one Facebook message away from him. But just like the absence of the Strategy course is working to reconstruct my soul, my out of whack nerves are settling down. I'm not gonna forget those feelings, crying in the middle of the night for being so stupid and the panic attacks.
Taking them all in stride is the best thing I can do because let's face it, time and gravity are the only truths on this dimension!