So I just woke up from a three hour nap and am a little confused and disoriented. When I woke up this evening I was hoping that it was morning time and I could just stay in bed forever; however, according to my phone it was only 9:00 almost on the dot when I woke up. With my grumpy I-just-woke-up face still on I walked out of my room to chill with the roomies on the couches which is where I am now and stuff. The first week or so (I’m not sure anymore how long I’ve been here) has flown by so quickly, filled with its share of new faces and problematic circumstances. The most interesting (and by most interesting I mean the only one I’m willing to write about on the internet) problem of the week was my very logical thinking that maybe if my Dad no longer paid for Sigma and I de-pinned (quit Sigma) he would get better and wouldn’t be sick anymore. Life, unfortunately, does not work like that. People say that giving something up, making a sacrifice, and/or punishing oneself does not make anyone else feel physically better. Now, normally I am quite a reasonable person so I’m unsure whether I should be amused at my own stupidity and plain unreasonableness by coming to such a silly conclusion that quitting Sigma meant my Dad would get better, or to be terribly concerned about my mental well-being. I think I’m going to pick borderline amused because it takes a great deal less effort to be slightly amused at one’s own folly and requires less follow up than mental health issues would.
Also interesting is my inability to speak properly in front of groups that intimidate me scholastically. I’m not sure if this happened because I’ve told myself I can’t speak and/or think well when I feel intimidated by someone else’s smartness and therefore I can’t or if it just happens and is one of my quirky traits. I wonder if I kept track of the number of times I stumble over words in a day if my stutters and word errors would increase or decrease?
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