Quarter Life Musings

I’ve been online for the last 4 hours or so, and it seems my butt has grown roots in this gray swivel chair. On the side table on my right are 2 empty glasses and a bottle of juice. My dinner was a cob of sweet corn, and a handful of really spicy squid we bought in Bangkok. It’s a Friday night and I’m cooped up at home doing research for the summer curriculum. Pathetic, but I chose to do so BECAUSE I CAN HARDLY MOVE! Simple acts of walking or stretching my arms or legs make me cringe. Pain shoots from my chest, to my wrist, all the way down to my back, and my thigh muscles feel like lead. I think I’ve had too much of an upper body workout (dude, 3 hours ba naman waiting for the 630 class) coupled with the maarte jazz choreography with all the turns and the sliding on the floor… can you actually imagine me doing that? Ako rin eh! Hahaha! But I did, really. After hitting the blond woman next to me several times on the chest (I’m sorry!), I kinda memorized the steps to Wait a Minute by the Pussycat Dolls and Timbaland. I thought my lungs would burst with fatigue. BUT I LOVED IT! I don’t think I’ll stop doing this. All for you, Neil! Hahahaha. The tempo’s too fast I can barely catch up, and I’m going to practice later when everybody is asleep

I was going through the day trying to make do with the minimum of movements but my brain’s on overdrive, contemplating about recent events. I know there’s a more mature way of handling things but I’m still wary if I’m capable of doing so. Honestly, it came to a point where I want to see how hard I can slap someone, but just like any other bouts of rage, it dies down after a good night’s sleep… and some chocolates hehehe. I know that physical and/or verbal violence is very unnecessary and will only make it worse, and that talking is the best thing that could happen because it’s the proper thing to do. When everything’s ready, it’ll happen. After all, what more have I to lose?

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