August...maybe I shouldn't

August:  Maybe I shouldn’t…


The semester started again. I had started with 6 classes and ended with 3. My semester started strong and ended weak. Weak sauce. I had Spanish, Accounting, Communications and three other courses that don't ring a bell.

One of my core classes was a communications course. We had to give speeches and record them. I loved this class but we had to watch and critique ourselves with every taping. The one speech I chose to write was the last of the semester. I chose to write about cervical cancer. This was my mission, my word to the world...."DON'T GET CERVICAL CANCER!" I wrote all the facts and report, but I had problems saying what I wanted to say. My B.F.F., took the time write my cards for me. She wrote them and added in little words like smile, grin and other comments. I still have these cards packed away and I look at them this time. I am so grateful for this friend. She is one of them that I met later in life, but a consistent, loyal friend, who in the end always had the best at heart. She would sit with me and watch T.V., sit outside with me and talk about nothing for hours, be up for a Saturday night party, for countless hours spent walking around target, and really listening to me. A friend that was there and good and not just there for the fun- I was really touched she did this for me.
** Just a side note, I do not mention friends names for their privacy.

I went to class and read my speech. Everything we learned went out the window. I stared at my cards, read monotonously, scared, timid. I finally glanced up from my 10 minute speech which seemed like forever , I had tears streaming down my face and so did the rest of the class. For a moment these people felt my pain. Something that I would never wish on my friends or strangers even but something that I so desperately wished people could understand or get…..something that  I wish my core group of people could do more than just sympathize with. Its bullshit really. When one person has to deal with a lot of crap and others don’t. A bunch of “why me” starts starting to float around. I finished this speech and they all clapped and clapped and clapped. I looked at the floor as I walked back. I sat down next to my friend in the class, and he patted me on the back. Another guy just looked at me and said “wow”.

I watched my video...barely. I couldn't stomach it. In a way I was sick to my stomach, in another way, I was able to touch 29 people in my world, mostly a little younger than me but some of the same age. I gave these students something to think about. I could see the reaction on their faces, and I could tell they listened to me. This was good. 

This is one class I passed. This semester felt like high school again. I would go to class or not go, grades didn’t really matter and my attitude was the same as well.
The nights remained the same. Night time. When the freaks come out. There is something about a 23 year old female at night. She is young, fresh, face caked with makeup, and ready to drink. This I was ready to do. Never much of a binge drinker before, I was down for the cause. I still maintained that I could only drink Friday and Saturday nights and maybe a week night but this was a rare occurrence. Binge drinking is the normal for a 23 year old. How much beer can a 23 year old drink? Well I think from 9 -4 am, 10- 15 beers, a few shots and if lucky some hard liquor. How much can the “grieving” heavily medicated (doctor prescribed of course) for emotional pain, anxiety, physical pain and probably a few extras….drink, the same, but the consequences seem to be a little worse.
The nights always started off well. Fun, fun, fun, laugh, laugh, laugh, and scream….laugh, however, at times, this emotional pit of a mess would turn for a downfall.
I never fancied myself to be a social being or someone who relied on a friend to always be around. I really enjoyed my alone time. I often get sick of “people” I am too much of a control freak. Everything needs to be in its place and clean and in my control.  But shit, life proved to be uncertain and sucky so why not change it up. I became a person who always wanted someone around, someone to be consistent. I almost never slept alone. I had a privy of girlfriends who would be happy to join me on a sleep over.
Not too bad of a situation.

So the problem consisted of this: When the night ended and I was sufficiently drunk AND medicated, sometimes- rarely at first, my emotions would start to trigger. Ups and downs, anger and tears….misconstrued feelings turning into what looks like jealousy. But hey, once in a while, everyone is allowed to get a little crazy right? Who doesn’t call every person in their phone book and leave voicemails, one happy, one sad, one screaming, and one….

Another side note here. I look at these picture because they disgust me. I see them now and see such a sad girl, lost, scared, and forced into complete oblivion. I share them however, so you can see a part of my world at this time.