So this past week has been my most memorable - in terms of my stupidity - yet probably the few days I would like to forget most during my time here in Brazil.
All of last week was rainy and overcast here in Rio. Not much sun out; hence the beach has been out of the question for the past week or so. Also, add to the equation that i was stuck in the common room with 4 other guys. Which meant that people were coming in and out of the room, sometimes drunk, sometimes with friends (females) which lead to some high stress levels, add to the boredom of just being couped up in the house because of the weather. Well something had to give.
Well something did give. My sobriety was what ended up giving out Friday night. I had made the personal vow to abstain from booze and drinking while I'm down here. For health reasons but also because of the fact that everything that has gone wrong in my life has been because of drinking or gotten worse because of drinking. Long short - booze is my downfall.
It all began Friday - the Ecudorians were leaving that night at 3am but a large group from Romania had already arrived and were pretty much in the living room area waiting for the other group to leave. People were going in and out of the room all day and night. I was pretty tired and annoyed by this time. I mean after the last week I was pretty irritable. Well, we were told that the bar Oswaldo's had a 50 Credit (drinks) for the guys in the house. I was not going to go out but the rain was pouring and there was nothing to do. So i figured I'd just go down to the bar and hang out for a while then walk home.
Well that plan went out the door. I decided a couple of beers would be okay - nothing more. Well I could go on and on but really - it did not stop at 2 beers. I keep going and going and lost count. Anyhow, I somehow managed to get home but ended up getting sick all over my bed as well as another room mates bed and just basically being a drunken idiot.
I spent all saturday - day and night - in bed unable to move. I was about as sick as could be. I woke up sometime Saturday morning and cleaned up the mess then went back to bed. Not sure of what time this was as I was in a daze most of the time. I finally awoke about noon on Sunday and crawled outta bed, washed up, went for something to eat, came back home and went back to bed.
I can only hope that I`ve not pissed anyone off or done anything that is really bad; you see I cannot remember most of the night. so hence my worries.
At some point during my drunkeness I decided it would be a good thing to write Molly and ask her why she wrote me outta the blue then did not get back to me when I told her what I was up to and where I was headed. She wrote back and said sorry that she had meant to write but did not - no reason; she just didn't. Which I think is utter B,S, but what can you do? I had really hoped the "molly" saga had ended and that I was going to move on and Rio(brazil) was going to bring some new things worth having in my life. But for whatever reason she decided to contact me 2 days before I left and then decided to not contact me after that. That left me heartbroken all over again - I thought maybe she would have been excited for me, wished me luck, taken a chance on me before I left. I mean there has to be a part of her that does see something in me... Or perhaps she just likes guys to fall for her for she can lead them on and feel good about knowing that someone will always fall for her over and over again - NO matter how much she hurts them.
I've taken a couple of days off of training to heal my body, mind and soul. Now some may say this is the weak way or pussy way. But until you've lived in my mind and my hell - you can't say shit about what I'm doing. I trained for 2 weeks straight - so 2 days off will not hurt me much. Even if I'm only here till October - I continue to want a certain person and deep down I know she's wrong for me. All the time that I've actively pursued her - she's done thing but let me down, hurt me, give me mixed signals and lead me on. She is the main source of my of pain and anxiety and hurt. I cannot lie and say I was over her before I left but i can say I was ready to leave that sadness behind and find some new happiness. But she jumped back into my life and messed it all up-I did not want her back in but she got back in and it's hard for me to let her go again.
I will be up tomorrow to do the morning training session - my first since Friday. I like making it to the morning session as it sets the tone for the day. Plus if my body is not feeling good later on I know that I've trained once in the day. I hope that the weather clears up and that the sun shines soon.
I wonder why some people cannot commit to something or someone but yet want to know what makes 'me' tick and insist on injecting themselves into my life.
Are second chances worth it - if something is dead and gone? I can believe that second chances are vital if you've fucked things up and seek redemption for your failings and screw ups. To show that you're more than what the mess up portrayed.
lost causes are painful to deal with - doubly if it's a lost cause that involves feelings, your heart and a girl who is unattainable.
moving on is hard, lonely, painful, inspiring, exciting and sad. I wish that moving on did not mean having to end things completely but I guess that's what needs to be done sometimes.
Moving on sometimes is a day to day thing and sometimes it's a minute to minute thing. All you can do is keep hoping that you can hold out long enough to find that sunshine that is out there.
End with a fitting song...
All of last week was rainy and overcast here in Rio. Not much sun out; hence the beach has been out of the question for the past week or so. Also, add to the equation that i was stuck in the common room with 4 other guys. Which meant that people were coming in and out of the room, sometimes drunk, sometimes with friends (females) which lead to some high stress levels, add to the boredom of just being couped up in the house because of the weather. Well something had to give.
Well something did give. My sobriety was what ended up giving out Friday night. I had made the personal vow to abstain from booze and drinking while I'm down here. For health reasons but also because of the fact that everything that has gone wrong in my life has been because of drinking or gotten worse because of drinking. Long short - booze is my downfall.
It all began Friday - the Ecudorians were leaving that night at 3am but a large group from Romania had already arrived and were pretty much in the living room area waiting for the other group to leave. People were going in and out of the room all day and night. I was pretty tired and annoyed by this time. I mean after the last week I was pretty irritable. Well, we were told that the bar Oswaldo's had a 50 Credit (drinks) for the guys in the house. I was not going to go out but the rain was pouring and there was nothing to do. So i figured I'd just go down to the bar and hang out for a while then walk home.
Well that plan went out the door. I decided a couple of beers would be okay - nothing more. Well I could go on and on but really - it did not stop at 2 beers. I keep going and going and lost count. Anyhow, I somehow managed to get home but ended up getting sick all over my bed as well as another room mates bed and just basically being a drunken idiot.
I spent all saturday - day and night - in bed unable to move. I was about as sick as could be. I woke up sometime Saturday morning and cleaned up the mess then went back to bed. Not sure of what time this was as I was in a daze most of the time. I finally awoke about noon on Sunday and crawled outta bed, washed up, went for something to eat, came back home and went back to bed.
I can only hope that I`ve not pissed anyone off or done anything that is really bad; you see I cannot remember most of the night. so hence my worries.
At some point during my drunkeness I decided it would be a good thing to write Molly and ask her why she wrote me outta the blue then did not get back to me when I told her what I was up to and where I was headed. She wrote back and said sorry that she had meant to write but did not - no reason; she just didn't. Which I think is utter B,S, but what can you do? I had really hoped the "molly" saga had ended and that I was going to move on and Rio(brazil) was going to bring some new things worth having in my life. But for whatever reason she decided to contact me 2 days before I left and then decided to not contact me after that. That left me heartbroken all over again - I thought maybe she would have been excited for me, wished me luck, taken a chance on me before I left. I mean there has to be a part of her that does see something in me... Or perhaps she just likes guys to fall for her for she can lead them on and feel good about knowing that someone will always fall for her over and over again - NO matter how much she hurts them.
I've taken a couple of days off of training to heal my body, mind and soul. Now some may say this is the weak way or pussy way. But until you've lived in my mind and my hell - you can't say shit about what I'm doing. I trained for 2 weeks straight - so 2 days off will not hurt me much. Even if I'm only here till October - I continue to want a certain person and deep down I know she's wrong for me. All the time that I've actively pursued her - she's done thing but let me down, hurt me, give me mixed signals and lead me on. She is the main source of my of pain and anxiety and hurt. I cannot lie and say I was over her before I left but i can say I was ready to leave that sadness behind and find some new happiness. But she jumped back into my life and messed it all up-I did not want her back in but she got back in and it's hard for me to let her go again.
I will be up tomorrow to do the morning training session - my first since Friday. I like making it to the morning session as it sets the tone for the day. Plus if my body is not feeling good later on I know that I've trained once in the day. I hope that the weather clears up and that the sun shines soon.
I wonder why some people cannot commit to something or someone but yet want to know what makes 'me' tick and insist on injecting themselves into my life.
Are second chances worth it - if something is dead and gone? I can believe that second chances are vital if you've fucked things up and seek redemption for your failings and screw ups. To show that you're more than what the mess up portrayed.
lost causes are painful to deal with - doubly if it's a lost cause that involves feelings, your heart and a girl who is unattainable.
moving on is hard, lonely, painful, inspiring, exciting and sad. I wish that moving on did not mean having to end things completely but I guess that's what needs to be done sometimes.
Moving on sometimes is a day to day thing and sometimes it's a minute to minute thing. All you can do is keep hoping that you can hold out long enough to find that sunshine that is out there.
End with a fitting song...