Anti-Gravity

"Dear Diary,

I've come to the realization that while I haven't updated my blog in quite some time, it's certainly time for a change. 2005 and 2006 were years for personal reflections and updates, 2007 was a year for game reviews, and 2008 was a year to accomplish absolutely jackshit. In the end, though, another year has come and gone and I need to resuscicate this lifeless thing in the grand ol' year of 2009.

Whether you agree or not, this is exactly what I plan on doing. I have no good way to start and I don't want this to become some rambling garbage filled with poetry you will never read, more reviews you simply just won't care about, or absolutely random updates from my personal life that you even further just won't give a good Goddamn about. Alright. In order to break every rule I've just laid out for myself, I'm going to try to recap 2008 ... by memory:

January: Made a Gods Of Time account by suggestion of Maricia. It was a fun little distraction to waste my life away on while I waited for the posts-that-never-came in my lifeless Gaia Online role-play, Fated Souls. At around the same time, I launched a precursor role-play under the subcategory / storyline / timeline of Infinite Grounds. During this month I also signed up for and began playing on my Hellgate: London account. Nothing of personal note for this month, diary -- I was too busy locked in my room sucking down sodas by the 12-pack and snacking on chips to care.

February: 'Spent the majority of this month quitting my above addictions and moving on, contributing to the Lettuce Talk Steinbeck community project, becoming one of the selected representatives from my school. This project helped discuss the "lettuce curtain" between the Salinas and Monterey areas as well as Steinbeck's influence across Salinas and even downtown Cannery Row. I've also realized just how less goofy-looking and much cooler-acting I've become from February 2008 to now.

March: Considered signing up, applying for, and heading out to a UC campus for COSMOS training but ultimately decided not to, primarily because of a lack of motivation and, to use an identical word, a severe feeling of lethargy. Nothing much to note that I can recall. According to a mySpace blog entry of mine, this is also the same month that a tragic school dance went terribly, terribly irritating. And this was before the gigantic fallout, mind you. In this same month I question Mrs. Parker's decision to lump together the beginners and advanced musicians of the group as well as admit that I has no chance to be with the new girl I had set my sights on. I also discuss a hilarious future April Fool's Joke I had discussed with Tony and Alex about changing up the scripts for Charlie's movie-project ... but only Melissa and Meagan's parts. xD Haha, yes -- now I remember ...

April: Follow-up Lettuce Talk reviews, followed by miscellaneous letters in my inbox from Kelly and Melissa about whatever-the-hell we had been talking about in English Honors 3H at the time on our forums. But whatever. Nothing of further note here.

May: On my other blog, I talk once more about how I had started to write a song for said girl but looked back at it and couldn't piece it together quite right since I couldn't push this crush from my mind but in the following entry I pick myself up from the rubble to fight another day. In the following entry I bash myself just a few days later, asking myself why I even try any more. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. Sheesh. And to think she wasn't even effing worth it.

June: My birthmonth. We got out of school. I scrounged about with friends, did crazy crap, and blew money on stuff I didn't need. Nothing out of the ordinary.

July: Realized that the one fatal flaw I had made in that the previous relationships I had had in the past year-or-so wasn't that I wasn't succeeding, but that my heart wasn't there. And that my heart wasn't there because it hadn't sought closure. Why hadn't it sought closure? Because it didn't want closure; it wanted rejuvenation. It wanted to be reborn, to feel what it had the first time around. To enjoy the excitement I had felt this time around.

So I got back into contact with Jess. I did, I most certainly did, and I'm not ashamed to say it. I was dumb for letting things go the way they did in the past and I needed to make sure that that wouldn't haunt me for the rest of my life. I didn't want her to look back one day, whoever she might've wound up with, and say "gee, I wonder whatever happened to that one guy. The one that dropped everything and stopped talking to me even though I told him I forgave him for what he did if he'd just talk things out with me and not run off like a little girl."

This was the same time period that I picked up classes at the local community college once again, namely in C++ computer programming. Huzzah.

August: School started up once again. I was talking with her more and more now. Things had picked up right off the bat from when we first started talking mid-July and I was happier than I ever had been prior to this. My Yahoo! mailbox is filled with random chain letters from friends and family at this point.

September: "It had been the single worst decision I had made in my entire life.

It tore at me and tore at me and I couldn't get to the bottom of why. I knew I had left for a reason, but the reason wasn't as clear-cut as I thought it should've been. I wanted to explain more, but I didn't know how to explain it. I was at a complete loss for words. Every time I would sit down to write something to her, I'd wind up throwing away the paper because it just wasn't good enough for her. The words I was thinking of simply didn't do her justice. They weren't deserving of her presence.

I had loved her from the bottom of my heart. People questioned why I had ridden triumphantly off into the sunset in the first place and, by-the-by, I really couldn't give them an answer. I'd shrug it off and pretend I was the bigger person … but I wasn't. I couldn't get her off my mind. Every single night I'd toss and turn as a junkie would away from his heroin. It had to be one of the worst feelings I had ever experienced. It was the exact opposite of how I had felt prior to the break-up; the twisting and turning wasn't grievous and forced, but had been loving and unbelievable.

There are two very different reasons for not being able to get to sleep. The first stems from a love beyond anything imaginable; seeing this person even when your eyes are closed, wishing they could be there with you as you drift off into unconsciousness, even for just another night. But then there's the second form, the kind I had experienced directly afterwards – the kind that makes you wonder just what in the hell is truly wrong with you, twisting and turning and mentally berating yourself for doing something so stupid. You begin to wonder how you could've ruined such a good thing.

Time went on and though I felt she had probably moved on, I knew I hadn't. This killed me. I'd occasionally pop up and leave a kind word in disguise whenever the opportunity arose, but I tried to keep myself distant even though I didn't want to. I didn't figure there was any way of recovering and I wasn't going to interfere with her life over a mistake based on a stupid choice I had made weeks before, then months before, then … even a year beforehand.

Eventually it all became too much to handle. The separation anxiety had completely dulled me from the inside-out and I wasn't truly happy with life or anything that had been going on around me. It was time to drop the façade and step out of my cage; to answer for what I had done. So I reopened the landline of communication and the rest tumbled out like an avalanche down a snowy incline. I couldn't believe the grace that had been laid right before my eyes.

She still loves me.

And my jaw hit the ground.
And then a smile reached my face – a smile like I hadn't smiled in years.

I realized this had been the single best decision I had made in my entire life."

October: Very cool Halloween. I dressed up as The Joker (not entirely inventive, but I believe I pulled it off quite well.) I also paraded the local mall to scare small children on the night thereof, so this was also an extremely cool added bonus. I also begin pondering life even more. Philosophizing, even.

November: Turkey-day. We made fun of Melissa at school, called her a turkey, and Jeremy wound up getting hit a lot. Most of the things I say get taken out on Jeremy anyway -- we have this kind of ... mutual agreement about this kind of thing, I suppose. I feel something else crucial happened this month, but, alas, it escapes me.

December: I pick up poetry once again, I get Christmas presents from everybody, I've jump-started my bank account by this point, I've got a wonderful relationship and a great way to bring in the New Year.

So, diary, in summary how do you think the half of my 2008 non-occupied by this wonderful lass turned out, hm?

--Reaper"