A lot of things have changed since I last blogged here. Some good things have become bad and some bad things have become good. I'm not sure if I want to go into detail of any of the things that have changed but, this is how I feel about it.
This weekend was probably the most boring weekend I've ever had. I didn't go out at all because of the lack of cash. So, what did I do? Absolutely nothing. There are days where I like not doing anything and just like to laze around but, right now is not the right time for that. I've been looking for things to keep me busy just so that I don't end up thinking. It's gotten to the point where I don't want to lay in bed because I know I'll just end up over analyzing things and think about things I don't want to think about. I want to keep being the busy bee I was last week just so that I won't start feeling sorry for a lot of things, including me. More than anything, I want to be packed to the gunnels with projects, work, rehearsals and outings. What's weird is, when you want that to happen, it won't. When I was so busy, I wanted so bad to rest and sleep all day. And now that I have that opportunity, I don't want it. I want to be super duper busy.
Earlier, I had a session for the acting workshop I've been taking and I suppose I let off some steam then. We had to do exercises where we had to be unbelievably angry and scream out the words "I hate you." I have to admit, it was relieving. I could scream as much as I want and it didn't even matter, because that's what we had to do. And then, there came the crying part. I must admit, I cried my ass off. It wasn't sorry tears though, it was more of angry tears. Even though my angry tears had nothing to do with the imagery the instructor put into my head. But, I was angry. And I needed to let it out without feeling so weak. And, I did. By the end of the session, I was so relieved and I didn't even feel like the weakest person on earth. And, that's a good thing.
I really don't like crying. Mainly because I'm sick of it so there are time I try my best to control it and just not let it get to me. But, there's a limit to that. I can only hold so much in and I can only control myself to a certain extent. And when I reach that point, I don't like what happens.
So, at this point, I don't know what's more relieving. Letting it out when that moment happens or just let it build up inside so that ALL the crappy things can just come out all at the same time?
I resigned from myself,
Took a break as someone else.
It's like I come undone,
And I've only just become inflatable for you