It’s… overwhelming.
This weekend start from gloomy Friday night, when I impulsively texted my friend in the middle of the night, asked her to make time for me. Barely slept, she called me the next day, at 6 am, to inform me that she will pick me up and she’s already in my neighborhood.
That Saturday was so bizarre, even to me.
I thought my friend only going to pick me up, without knocking, let alone come in and meet my parents but my friend’s sister, the one who was driving, has needs to use bathroom. So, when I already outside, ready to get picked up, there they were, trying to open my gate because the sister wanted to use my toilet.
After morning talk with my mom, we get in the car and I realized that they pick me up and take me to my friend’s office because she has to work in Saturday, but she doesn’t want to leave me alone either because the text I sent her. So there I was, in her office, pouring my heart out, with some tears and yelling and laughed.
After that I have to attend workshop about health and fat people, and in turns out that the founder is mutual friend of my old friend, and I also met my old friend there. Overall, the community and the workshop is not what I expected, but at least I met some new people and hopefully new friends.
I still don’t want to go home, so I went swimming until I catch a cold and still feel some energy and emotion left. I know that it’s not healthy at all, but at the time I don’t want to talk to anyone nor meet anyone. I want to spend my time alone with my thoughts and feelings and just… alone.
When I got home, there are my cousins, waiting for mcd delivery. We talked for a while and eat together after that they went home and I finally alone. When I went to bed, I realized that I’m so tired and need to talk to someone who can help me to put everything into perspective.
So I decided to spend the entire Sunday with my friend.
Yes, the same friend who woke me and pick me up at 6 am in the morning.
Let’s say, it went a blast.
We were wasting our energy to go around the mall, talking and laughing about life, and eat some good foods. And I forgot to tell our friend that we changed the time. She yelled at me over the phone and I decided to meet her tomorrow, after work. And at Monday night, when I meet my other friend, I think I was drunk of caffeine. Lucky for me, I’m not alone. I might look like crazy person if I get drunk alone.
So yeah, my first weekend in august was crazy. So crazy that it still feels surreal until next week. It’s crazy, make me tired, but I was happy. That’s the most important thing, rite?
