"INU-YASHA!!! KAGOME NEEDS YOU!!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!!" This statement of panic, frustration, and excitement may be the rough equivalent of "GET YOUR ASS OVER THERE OR WE'RE NEVER GOING TO WIN!!!," or something. ::is no longer familiar with football terminology since her last gym class has, thankfully, vanished into the shadowy parts of her mind::
Katherine, long story. Check with me on IM.
Let's see ... what else was I going to say? Oh yes. Lately I've been thinking about the things that I've done and have dropped in the past, and it has saddened me. Dancing, singing, theatre ... these were things I enjoyed, but stopped doing for one reason or another. These reasons seemed great enough and painful at the time, but they've faded ... I can no longer think of all the examples of why I used to hate show choir, at least, not in the profuse amounts that I used to be able to.
There does seem to be, however, a common theme. These things were important to me ... very important ... but with the introduction of consistent conflict, I eventually gave up. I hated myself afterwards, every time. After I stopped dancing, it was hard for me to go to the Nutcracker and watch the Waltz of the Flowers without tears in my eyes - I had spent so many years on that, but never quite made it. After I stopped dancing, I started hating the way that I looked. After I stopped singing ... I had always disliked my voice, but when I stopped, I hated it even more. I couldn't bear to hear how everything, all that work and love, was falling apart so quickly. My throat has felt clogged every day since then. Every performance that my mother forced me into after I had stopped (thinking, of course, that she was delaying the arrival of the inevitable) was agonizing, like I was being forced to reveal to others what was happening to me. After I stopped theatre (just dropped it entirely when I graduated high school) ... I don't know. I was gone by that point, mentally and spiritually (not in a "Church" spiritual sense, I had no spirit inside of me whatsoever). High school took a lot out of me ... I always remember saying that each year I kept on giving and giving, but each year I kept on getting less and less back from it. A visit to a friend's school during the fall semester of college before I began pulling myself together (at least, I think I've begun) found me making comments like, "school has taught me to be passive" and then shutting up.
I love acting, but I know I'd never make it through the theatre school at my college ... I love it, but I hate fighting, dislike politics and distraction, and competition makes me uncomfortable (and because of this, I seem to lose often). I'd quit again if I joined the theatre school, just like I quit show choir ... after All State Choir, which was my dream come true, how could I go back to a squabbling reality where every day was a soap opera in action and no true singing was done, or love was shown?
I don't know. Can I go back? Should I go back? What if people look at me again and say "oh, she's just not sticking to it, she never has." Any way you look at it, I know I failed. I fail at everything, because I love it, but I can't fight for it. I will go away and make other people happy, and will hate myself, but what can I do? I'm passive, passive. I love too many things as well, and as a result of that am only average in everything. How can I help it? If I focus on one thing, I neglect everything else.
I've been thinking about getting back into some things next school year. I'm going to attempt the paper again (which was a dumbass decision of me, although I liked putting things together, I don't like it enough to warrant Thursday through Sunday wasted on my own in a basement), want to inquire about joining the choir spring semester (can't join during the fall semester, 'cause that'll put me into credit overload, and I have to pay $530 dollars per credit over) ... dance will have to wait, I think. Maybe whenever I move wherever I'm going to move, I can find some ballet studio and take adult dance classes. I won't be able to go on pointe like I wanted to for more than nine and a half years, but I'll feel better about my body again (I hope).
There were other things that I wanted to talk about, but if joining and lurking at Aeon has taught me anything, it is that most people have short attention spans (including myself, probably), so my habit of long posts which suited AGV so well is no longer wanted or needed. I'm just a long-winded indecisive passive-aggressive nutcase.
Oh, and Silvermask, I just realized that .:!Brainfuzz!:.'s one year anniversary is this weekend, and we're not ready to move anywhere or do anything, though we've been "trying" for months. I'm pissed, although I probably have no right to be. Is that clear? Good. -_-;