Well, not really. The majority of it, then.
But that's cool. Firstly, it means that me training has had an effect. And secondly, the pain will serve to distract me from other things.
So yes.
During one of the short breaks we had today, a thought struck me. As of now there's a HUGE drama going on, and I'm one of the main players. Why then am I not posting about it here?
So right then and there, I decided that I would dish out/ spill the beans/ let the cat out of the bag. Yes I shall. The moment I go online.
But of course, I wasn't really thinking properly then. You try and think properly when you're soaked in your own sweat, seeing stars, surrounded by black belters following orders from an 8th degree black belt master. Call me then.
Anyway, when I got home, my mind finally recovered, and I rethought the whole thing. I deeply apologize, dear reader(s?), but you won't be hearing (or reading) anything specific about this drama. Not until it blows over, that is. Cause then I'd be free to transcript the whole thing.
My advice: Just wait a while.
I am sorely tempted to just give up and stop caring about this drama. Why would I invest so much in something that will most likely have no bearing whatsoever in my future career? But I guess it's good that I do care. Because it's a slippery slope from not caring about *this*, to not caring about anything at all!
For me, at least.
I already have issues with "dissociation", so why am I giving myself shite for being passionate about something?
We'll probably never know. Not now. Perhaps later.
Tomorrow I march into the battlefield again. I'll probably speak softly, but I'll also be carrying an M16.
So fuck you, Kumajanai.
Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far.
- Theodore Roosevelt
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