I’m taking a break.
Life is overwhelming and stressful right now.
See you all in a few weeks.
I’m taking a break.
Life is overwhelming and stressful right now.
See you all in a few weeks.
I missed a post a couple weeks ago and didn’t write a second post to make up for it. That’s ok.
I had a semi-blind date a couple weeks ago. It didn’t go badly, but in conversations that happened afterward, it became pretty clear pretty quickly that we’re not right for each other in that sense. That’s ok.
One day this week, we had to evacuate the school where I work, for over an hour. It turned out to be a false alarm, but it was pretty inconvenient, and it messed up my schedule for the week. One of the classes is now another day behind where I should be at this time of year. That’s ok.
I had people over last night. It had been four months since my friends had been to my house, and that was a last minute thing; it had been six months since I had planned to have people over. I just haven’t been feeling very social the last few months. That’s ok.
Although I have known for a long time that I am an introvert, I always enjoyed things like this where a ton of people show up at my house… once in a while, at least. I would count how many people show up, hoping to set a new record. But last night was a much smaller crowd. That’s ok.
I don’t even remember what the record is now. I remember having 30 people once, but I think that might have been surpassed once. But I’m not sure. That’s ok.
I stayed up really late last night, and I skipped church this morning. That’s ok.
Around 11:00 this morning, I went back to bed, and I stayed in bed until mid-afternoon. I didn’t go for a bike ride today, and I haven’t cleaned up anything from last night yet. That’s ok.
It’s ok, because I have to take care of myself. It’s ok, because I needed to be around a smaller crowd and feel closer to this group of people. It’s ok, because my true friends will understand.
It’s Sunday night. I’m pretty sure that in approximately 121 weeks of doing this blog, I have never posted on a Sunday night before. Sometimes I’m on the ball and I get my post done on Saturday; often I post Sunday afternoon or early evening; and occasionally I don’t get it done until Monday or Tuesday. But I’m pretty sure that I have never posted later than 7:30 on a Sunday night.
There is a reason for this. I have a weekly social dancing event that I have participated in every Sunday night since mid-2009, and since around 2011 I have volunteered there as well. Honestly, though, I haven’t been there every Sunday night; once every couple months I ask to take the night off from volunteering because I’m out of town visiting family, or I’m at the Kings game, or I’m on my way back from a Giants game in San Francisco, or a friend who I really want to see planned a birthday party on Sunday night. So I’m always doing something other than writing this late on a Sunday.
But tonight, I am staying home for no good reason.
I have nothing else going on tonight. It feels like it would be a good week for me not to miss. Last night, I was at a going away party for someone I know from this event; very few of her dancing friends showed up, so there was very little dancing at this party. She is a wonderful dancer, and had I shown up tonight, I might have gotten one last dance with her before she moves back to her home, across a large ocean from here. Also, someone I danced with there about a month ago and have stayed in touch with on Facebook is there right now. It would be good to see her again, and I feel bad that I’m not there.
Nevertheless, I am staying home tonight, for no good reason.
No, that’s not true.
The reason I am staying home is because I have to take care of myself. The last month has been an overwhelming whirlwind of stress and interaction. I have an unusually high concentration of close friends, including myself, who have birthdays right at the same time I am starting the new school year at work. I tend to spend most of the weekdays in August running around and trying to prepare for and adjust to a new school year, and I spend most of the time on weekends, and a few weeknights sometimes, at birthday parties with friends. By the time the end of August comes along, my brain feels fried and my body feels exhausted.
I wrote a few weeks ago about how I need more alone time, and how I need to figure out if there is anything or anyone in my life that I need to cut out, because they do more harm than good. Since then, I have done exactly the opposite. It’s time to start. And staying home from dancing tonight is step 1. How long will this last? I don’t know. I might be back next week. I might be back in a few weeks. I might not be back for a long time. I might be avoiding other kinds of socialization for a while as well. I might have to say some painful goodbyes. But I can’t live the way I have been anymore.
Hopefully I can also be responsible enough to go to bed within an hour or so.
Harry Potter has been on my mind again lately. I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, which for those of you who aren’t familiar with Harry Potter, is the script for a play set a generation after the Harry Potter novels, featuring the adult Harry Potter and one of his children. The play is currently being performed in London. But that is not the point I’m getting at here.
I spent a lot of time in the car this weekend, and at one point I was thinking about other parts of the Harry Potter story. I was reminded in particular of a scene that always felt particularly intense and poignant to me, and I’ll try to share my thoughts without giving away any crucial spoilers. In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the final book in the series, 17-year-old Harry and his friends are on a quest to find and destroy a group of objects that Voldemort (or, as I called him before, Wizard Hitler) has enchanted with some very dark magic, in an attempt to make himself immortal. About halfway through the book (chapter 19, specifically), Harry and his friends have one of these dark objects, and after carrying it around for a few months, they have found a means with which to destroy it. While carrying it around, however, it seems to bring out all sorts of dark and negative behavior in whomever is carrying it, at times leading to fights between Harry and his friends.
Harry feels that Ron should be the one to destroy this enchanted object. But as Ron is about to do so, the object suddenly speaks to Ron, saying that it has seen all of Ron’s greatest fears, and speaking and reenacting these fears in full view of Ron, Harry, and Hermione. The object reminds Ron that he is always overshadowed. In his family, he has his older brothers and younger sister, and at school, his best friends are Harry, who is famous within the Wizarding World because of the prophecies made about him, and Hermione, who is a super genius. The object makes Ron feel like he cannot do anything right, that Harry and Hermione would be better off on their quest without him. The voices coming from the object mock Ron by saying that no one wants him, and that no woman would ever be interested in him when they could have Harry Potter instead.
I know those voices. I know those voices because I hear them too… at least in a metaphorical sense.
Of course, I am not carrying around an object that contains a piece of Wizard Hitler’s soul. This is because Wizard Hitler and magic aren’t real, a fact that Church I With The Problems and many other legalistic conservative churches never fully grasped, but that’s another story for another time. But all of those fears were already inside Ron’s head; the dark object just saw Ron’s fears and manifested them in front of him. And some very similar fears are already inside my head. Those fears become manifest whenever I feel excluded from something my friends are doing or talking about. They become manifest whenever I see my friends in new romantic relationships while the months since my last date slowly turn into years. Sometimes I can distract myself from those voices, just as Harry and Ron and Hermione did by taking turns who would hold the evil object, but they cannot be easily destroyed.
But I have to find a way. I am a Gryffindor, just like Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I can be brave and silence the evil voices in my head forever once and for all. I must.
But I’m still searching for a way to do so. And it won’t be easy.
My mind is blank this week.
I had a thought about what I wanted to write, but it just doesn’t feel right.
And that’s okay. That in and of itself can very well be something to write about.
I’ve had a very intense week, and I feel like my mind isn’t processing things like it should. I’m okay… I’ve just been busy and overwhelmed. As I’ve mentioned before, the Sacramento Kings basketball team is moving to a new arena that will open this fall. The last three games at the old facility were all this last week, and I went to all of them. That was a lot of fun. But between three basketball games, church, tests to grade, and other assorted responsibilities, I just can’t handle any more for a while.
And that’s okay.
This week should be a little easier than normal. And I plan to spend as much of it as I can keeping to myself and being an introvert, recovering from all the interaction and running around and stress I’ve been dealing with for the last week. I’ll be back to normal soon. I just might need a few days.
And there’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes you have to take care of yourself.