All sorts of pain.
As of this writing, I don't have a single limb on my body that isn't hurt in one way or another. My right arm is covered in bruises. My left shoulder (arm socket?) hurts so bad that I can hardly lift or rotate it. And both of my legs have shin splints. Actually, the pain isn't so serious--not as bad as an actual broken or severed limb. Perhaps a better word is "discomfort."
The left shoulder hurts the worst, though. I got that after I sparred with Nguyen (a black belt in Kenpo). I still feel cheated and hurt from that little bout of fisticuffs since I, a beginner who hasn't even smelt the sweat of a sham fight, was not given any coaching tips on how to fare better against this guy. Instead, he was given tips on how to clean my clock. I really hope that neither Nguyen nor the sifu are reading this blog.
My legs are a different story. I got off the bus ten blocks away from where I was suppossed to go. I went to the Superior Court for a job interview. I left for the bus two hours early. The bus literally took an hour and a half to travel maybe five miles. Traffic was like molasses. I said "To heck with this--I'm not gonna wait any longer when walking seems faster." I ran ten blocks in dress shoes. I will never do that again. To make matters worse, I don't the interview went very well.
I've been home alone for over a week. I thought it would be fun; I thought there would be a lot of cool things I'd get done. Instead, I've grown lonely, isolated and weird. OK, maybe that's exaggerating a bit, but before my parents left, I felt that I had burned the bridges between all my friends and loved ones. This past academic year was a social black hole.
Earlier, I promised myself that the HUM 5 reading material would never get through to me. I failed. I now realized that I am the Underground Man.
God, I feel so helpless.
UPDATE: I "redacted" one of the paragraphs above. Considering the way things are now, I felt that the aforementioned paragraph would only make matters worse, if someone were to read it. The Proverbs say that if a man is to have friends, he must show himself to be friendly.
The left shoulder hurts the worst, though. I got that after I sparred with Nguyen (a black belt in Kenpo). I still feel cheated and hurt from that little bout of fisticuffs since I, a beginner who hasn't even smelt the sweat of a sham fight, was not given any coaching tips on how to fare better against this guy. Instead, he was given tips on how to clean my clock. I really hope that neither Nguyen nor the sifu are reading this blog.
My legs are a different story. I got off the bus ten blocks away from where I was suppossed to go. I went to the Superior Court for a job interview. I left for the bus two hours early. The bus literally took an hour and a half to travel maybe five miles. Traffic was like molasses. I said "To heck with this--I'm not gonna wait any longer when walking seems faster." I ran ten blocks in dress shoes. I will never do that again. To make matters worse, I don't the interview went very well.
I've been home alone for over a week. I thought it would be fun; I thought there would be a lot of cool things I'd get done. Instead, I've grown lonely, isolated and weird. OK, maybe that's exaggerating a bit, but before my parents left, I felt that I had burned the bridges between all my friends and loved ones. This past academic year was a social black hole.
Earlier, I promised myself that the HUM 5 reading material would never get through to me. I failed. I now realized that I am the Underground Man.
God, I feel so helpless.
UPDATE: I "redacted" one of the paragraphs above. Considering the way things are now, I felt that the aforementioned paragraph would only make matters worse, if someone were to read it. The Proverbs say that if a man is to have friends, he must show himself to be friendly.
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