As I continue to live and slowly die (depends on how you look at it), I’m beginning to realize the specific moments when I become pulled enough by gravitational forces to write.
The weightlessness I had felt in my previous dream was replaced by a stone in my stomach: a stone of burden. A stone of gall. A stone of responsibility and reality. All lightness faded away.
On the surface I was fine but my ego was semi-shattered. For something that initially didn’t really matter, I sure cared about her a lot.
Hindsight is 20/20.
Trust me, you are not alone.
Relationships forged at a place called home are forged for years, possibly decades, constantly weathering storms and evolving and intertwining together that form a binary system, with one being revolving within the gravity of another, spinning together, floating through space together, expanding together, growing old and one day dying together.
Did I make the right choices after college? Was this the path I should’ve gone on?
I’m multitasking so much that my mind turns into a split screen. My eyes see double and I find myself double fisting when one drink is merely enough.
From experience, effective attraction is a kind of see-saw where two people engage and then pull back, engage and then pull back, give and take, until there is some kind of equilibrium where both people are happy.
As the number of social interactions exploded in college, the amount of pressure I put on myself increased exponentially as well.