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1. It's 2009ish, I've just spent a year dating someone who was just a friend the year before. It's Labor Day weekend. We've just spent a weekend at her parent's lakehouse with other friends. It's my second time going and first as a couple. It'll be my last. I find the entire weekend to be mentally draining. I can't act dumb with my friends because now I'm the boyfriend, I can't really fit in with her friends because white wealth just isn't s world I have knowledge of, and I spend the whole weekend floating around the house and lake mostly solo. The group goes out to a part of the lake with a cliff, I'm terrified of heights but I jump, I'm wanting to prove a point to whom I'm still not sure. We return home and get into a small argument over music, it'll be the last. It's not that she doesn't get me, it's that she doesn't care to, I'm easy company. I go to work, it's Tuesday, the city floods in places, I drove through a puddle and my engine locks.
It's 2009ish, I've moved on from a huge breakup, a few deaths, depression, unemployment and semi homelessness only to find myself in underemployment, a relationship of convenience, and out of place in my own world and I just break down and cry. I burn out my credit cards to fix my car, I walk over to her house and end the relationship, and I separate from any almost friendships. It's 2009ish and I've decided that I'm not going to live a convenient life, I'll do what I can to maximize it.
2. It's 2012ish, I've now moved to DC and got a job with career potential but it's terrible. I'm struggling to not snap on my bosses and even worse I'm alone. The reason I had moved here has faded, the first date that I had gone on in over two years has a boyfriend that she hadn't bothered to tell me about, my health is fucked, and it's a pretty miserable existence. I show up at a meeting with the files and the network is crashing. It's an important meeting and I'm on the brink of being fired. I panic. I drive from Brentwood to CapitolHeights, grab my laptop, show back up to the meeting, completely disheveled, and I'm just not able to keep it together. Because after the two years I went to previous, I'm more than scared of what'll happen if this job doesn't work out. In Houston I was isolated, in DC I'm alone. I call home. I call mom. I want to be reassured. I want to whine. I'm scared. We get off the phone. I get off the phone. I call dad. I don't want to make excuses for me. I want to whine but I don't need to. I'm scared but that's pointless. I need to get my shit together and it's starts that moment. I grow up over the course of two phone calls. I chose that.
3. Life is good. Life is great. I'm getting married. I'm doing great professionally, friendship wise, and health wise. I'm probably feeling myself more than I need to be. It's 2015ish. I get high. It starts off innocently. And then I spiral deeper and deeper into my head. It's 2013, I'm insecure, it's 2012 I'm heartbroken, it's 2010-2011 I'm Icarus, it's 2008 and I've lost my grandma, I haven't recovered. It's 2015, I make a choice to give up pot and to go to therapy, I miss my grandmother but I never stopped running from the pain to grieve. But damn did I ever get somewhere with running. ------ “There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus
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