I just broke out before another stranger ( complete stranger) #FML and I gave up on being embarrassed. I walked swiftly judging myself in every mirror I crossed, did I put on weight? May be not...I stuck with this option. I reached my teammates showing no signs of my embarrassing encounter and restarted the conversation. Then, suddenly I decided to announce " It's done". They smiled and congratulated. Within this I still couldn't help myself and shared how I actually felt about the decision.
Once I revealed my unnecessary blown-out-of-proportion anxiety, she exclaimed almost histrionically though unintentional- 'Oh my god, I totally understand!" It soothed me down instantly, just that reaction. This precisely is the new thing with me, things happen instantly or nano-instantly to the extent that I forget what's happening, happened, what's going to happen. We continued talking about it at length embarrassing the only guy sitting with us who had absolutely no clue how we got there through the conversation. We were too excited to care and shared all the insecurities we are trapped in. At this point, I felt validated for being normal. Being vulnerable isn't a choice.
One of the our sorted friends walked in and she was confused by our raised voices and overwhelming confusion about basic things. Another friend who is famous for being composed, warm and cheerful joined in too. The only male friend was now crafting an exit strategy from this inevitable grave uncomfortable conversation among us. By now our married friend had decoded the essence of our previous conversation and she blurted out her recent encounter with one of the possible solutions. She spoke about how she decided to seek and make the best of the free therapy sessions the school has to offer. While this probable solution was only being announced sarcastically until now, with our heads under water , any twig meant life. It was a healthy discussion, we all decided to defer it till the pool party scheduled later that evening ( Of course I didn't join!).
Despite the momentary comfort the discussion gave me, I wasn't sure if that was all I needed. Like always I decided to fight the battle solo and not yield. I know I am losing.
One day, we were dispersing into our study schedules when my friend and I stole sometime to talk. She knows a little about me as a person, a lot about people in general and holds life through it's tail. I like the spirit of the unknown and the acceptance in her and it's always respect and love from me to her. We walked through several doors until we reached the patio and decided to talk it out. Its through her I realized and told myself what I was going through. At the end of it I felt connected and put straight. The disorientation in me was blurring all that I see.
The next day, I received a text while I was walking home for lunch during the break from an all day class. It said- "Where?" It's probably the most comforting text I have received in a long long time and I was thankful for precisely one second but it stuck.
With a million assignments due, I was only left with a super-public spot to study, a set of cabins offered with noises from revolving doors, walking students and public at large. I sensed I neither had the patience nor the drive to accomplish my tasks. I still decided to stick and try, when walked to my side and flung open a project discussion. I wasn't part of the project he was here for.
After 14 hours in school, we still had one more project to be taken care of. One of our teammates requested to visit him home and offered to cook us dinner. We gave in for the greed of food and sight of a bed. It was immensely challenging to pretend to concentrate. The man among us realized and got up to cook. We, the left two, stole this moment to talk her botherings out and exchanged thoughts on things we didn't want to face in life. The man came back with food and we were excited about the food, we felt so taken care of at that instant - he serving us and we enjoying the food, hot, tasty and irresistible. He felt uncomfortable participating in our conversation and left us to ourselves for few minutes at those late hours. The girl had to take a dump , leaving me and the man alone to talk, leaving us some time to talk about his insecurities.
Before I drift further away, the point is we are all holding back our vulnerabilities swamping ourselves with meaningless ungiving goals. Some of us probably even look down upon sharing insecurities.
Once I revealed my unnecessary blown-out-of-proportion anxiety, she exclaimed almost histrionically though unintentional- 'Oh my god, I totally understand!" It soothed me down instantly, just that reaction. This precisely is the new thing with me, things happen instantly or nano-instantly to the extent that I forget what's happening, happened, what's going to happen. We continued talking about it at length embarrassing the only guy sitting with us who had absolutely no clue how we got there through the conversation. We were too excited to care and shared all the insecurities we are trapped in. At this point, I felt validated for being normal. Being vulnerable isn't a choice.
One of the our sorted friends walked in and she was confused by our raised voices and overwhelming confusion about basic things. Another friend who is famous for being composed, warm and cheerful joined in too. The only male friend was now crafting an exit strategy from this inevitable grave uncomfortable conversation among us. By now our married friend had decoded the essence of our previous conversation and she blurted out her recent encounter with one of the possible solutions. She spoke about how she decided to seek and make the best of the free therapy sessions the school has to offer. While this probable solution was only being announced sarcastically until now, with our heads under water , any twig meant life. It was a healthy discussion, we all decided to defer it till the pool party scheduled later that evening ( Of course I didn't join!).
Despite the momentary comfort the discussion gave me, I wasn't sure if that was all I needed. Like always I decided to fight the battle solo and not yield. I know I am losing.
One day, we were dispersing into our study schedules when my friend and I stole sometime to talk. She knows a little about me as a person, a lot about people in general and holds life through it's tail. I like the spirit of the unknown and the acceptance in her and it's always respect and love from me to her. We walked through several doors until we reached the patio and decided to talk it out. Its through her I realized and told myself what I was going through. At the end of it I felt connected and put straight. The disorientation in me was blurring all that I see.
The next day, I received a text while I was walking home for lunch during the break from an all day class. It said- "Where?" It's probably the most comforting text I have received in a long long time and I was thankful for precisely one second but it stuck.
With a million assignments due, I was only left with a super-public spot to study, a set of cabins offered with noises from revolving doors, walking students and public at large. I sensed I neither had the patience nor the drive to accomplish my tasks. I still decided to stick and try, when walked to my side and flung open a project discussion. I wasn't part of the project he was here for.
After 14 hours in school, we still had one more project to be taken care of. One of our teammates requested to visit him home and offered to cook us dinner. We gave in for the greed of food and sight of a bed. It was immensely challenging to pretend to concentrate. The man among us realized and got up to cook. We, the left two, stole this moment to talk her botherings out and exchanged thoughts on things we didn't want to face in life. The man came back with food and we were excited about the food, we felt so taken care of at that instant - he serving us and we enjoying the food, hot, tasty and irresistible. He felt uncomfortable participating in our conversation and left us to ourselves for few minutes at those late hours. The girl had to take a dump , leaving me and the man alone to talk, leaving us some time to talk about his insecurities.
Before I drift further away, the point is we are all holding back our vulnerabilities swamping ourselves with meaningless ungiving goals. Some of us probably even look down upon sharing insecurities.
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