There came a point in my experiences here where in my mind it was difficult to see through the fog of socializing with buddies, going on a date here and there, concerts, shopping, school, studying, drinking mate, etc. I stopped the other day to meditate on my reasons again for coming here. The funny thing is, I can't answer the question, "why did I come here?" When people ask usually I just say it was because I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and there was nothing more to keep me at home and besides, hey, my best friend was already here! Except you and I both know that there are a million things that caused me to make this decision even if they are difficult to define to the roaming public.
I think I decided a while back that the purpose was going unfulfilled and I decided then to take things into my own hands. I joined a psychodrama course at the local cultural center. It kinda freaks me out since after the first class this week I still couldn't really tell you what it is. Basically I'm forced out of my comfort zone and forced to talk and listen to other people and contribute to a weird dramatic concoction of skits and plays in a setting of only 10 people. It was really quite fantastic, but I think I will have more to tell after a few weeks.
I've been yelled at before for not blogging, but I believe this entry will both suffice and leave something wanting. In any case, I've got a bus to catch!
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