catch22 (catch22) wrote,

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Belly flop from the 3 story diving tower

It's been quite a weekend. I'm picking up the pieces again. That really sounds depressing but it's not really...not if you think about it in the right complex. I ran into a friend of mine that I haven't talked to in a year or maybe four. So I explained the last year of my life readers digest style, and I couldn't help but laugh...I think I laughed for about an hour.

Bach is right the more I think about it. You hurt only as much as you want to. I'm not sure why I hold on to things that hurt. I mean I thought I let go of it, and yet it haunts me in dreams when I'm pushed, and has wasted alot of my childhood. And I think it's part of the reason I forgot how to have fun.

Imagine that, someone who can play with some serious abstractness forgetting how to have fun for fun's sake. So now I'm learning how to have fun again. I fell like a retarded moron at this though. But I degress...

The thing is. I think i relate to this like it was diving. Belly flopping. I've done it so much that I've bruised parts of my body. the thing is you can't do anything but get up and walk it off. Cause it may hurt like a bitch but really you're ok. What if life is like that...Superficial pain which goes away in time for the next round. We use to play a game called Jump or Dive. Where basically you're most likely going to flop. It's pulling out the jump or dive when called that makes the game so fun. Then again I'm a weirdo. Anyway I think Life can be like that.

I really don't know if this makes sense but oh well. I'm going to bed now
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