Too much, too fast.

This evening, I laid in my bed.… cry­ing. And I didn't stop for quite some time. As hor­ri­ble as that sounds, I think that it may have done me some good. A moment of self-actualization, if you will.

I'm bom­bard­ing myself w/ projects and jobs and things, and it's becom­ing too over­whelm­ing. Work­ing at Mis­ter Music, Troma, Open­Stage, attempt­ing to write an incred­i­bly per­sonal and dif­fi­cult fea­ture film, start up a pro­duc­tion com­pany that's actu­ally going to be some­thing, read­ing scripts, etc. etc. Too much, too fast.

On top of that, doing things recently that I prob­a­bly shouldn't have. Things are becom­ing way too out of con­trol. Niet­zsche said that you mus have chaos in your soul to give birth to a danc­ing star. And I think that right now, I've got about enough chaos to start a colony. There's just too much.

I'm so lonely right now. There's no one around, and when they are, I'd rather they were some­where else. Noth­ing against my room­mates, but it's very hard to to talk to them about any­thing impor­tant when they can't even deal with their own lives. Not to men­tion that Dan only uses this house as a sex pit stop and cares lit­tle about what hap­pens here, includ­ing the peo­ple liv­ing here. So I've reduced myself to avoid­ing bore­dom by banal tasks such as updat­ing my CV, which remains a tes­ta­ment to how much is on my over­load­ing plate.

I can usu­ally always (what?) talk to Megan about things… but even that bit it tonite.

[18:48] Me: why are you always so mean to me?
[18:48] Megan: I wasn't try­ing to be mean to you
[18:48] Megan: you know that
[18:49] Me: yes, i know, you never *try*
[18:49] Me: .… it comes nat­u­rally
[18:49] Megan: hence, it's never mali­cious
[18:49] Megan: Stuff just either a)comes out wrong Or b)is heard wrong
[18:50] Me: tis not an excuse
[18:50] Me: oh well
[18:51] Megan: indeed
[18:51] Me: *cries*
[18:51] Megan: ok, stop. that's enough
[18:52] Me: well ya know, being con­stantly degraded, either intended or not, starts to hurt after a while
[18:52] Megan: um, we've mocked each other since we met
[18:52] Megan: and you've always got­ten over it
[18:52] Megan: same as all of us
[18:55] Me: ok, so it'd be out of con­sid­er­a­tion for me to ask you to stop?
[18:57] Me: don't get me wrong.… i'm not upset… i've just had a really bad week, and i was hop­ing that this con­ver­sa­tion woudn't make it worse.

[19:03] Me: *is scared to talk* .….. *must stop talk­ing before he makes things worse*
[19:04] Megan: *e-hugz* hon­estly, you are the most frus­trat­ing per­son on the planet
[19:04] Megan: :-)
[19:04] Me: *cry­ing now (for real)* .….… thanks :(
[19:04] Megan: I spend all this time try­ing to con­vince you to talk to me, and then you won't talk!
[19:04] Megan: gaH!
[19:06] Me: well, make me cry.….and then won­der why i find it hard to talk to you.
[19:07] Megan: *decides to ignore this*
[19:07] Megan: yeah, like you've never made me cry
[19:07] Megan: but I still talk to you
[19:07] Megan: *so much for ignor­ing*
[19:08] Me: ok, *breathes* i'm sorry.…. i don't mean to take things out on you.…. sorry that i am.…. i'll leave you alone now.…
[19:09] Megan: what­ever makes you feel bet­ter
[19:10] Me: well, i don't wanna upset you any more than i already have.…. i'm so con­fused
[19:11] Megan: no, now I'm con­fused …I'm not upset, you are …
[19:12] Me: noth­ing for you to be con­fused about.…. just stupid-moron-dumbass chris doing what he does best again.
[19:13] Me: pay no atten­tion to the stu­pid kid on the other side of the lan cable.
[19:13] Megan: *shakes head* you're weird, my friend
[19:13] Megan: but it's ok, I still like you
[19:14] Me: well i'm glad one of us still likes me.
[19:14] Megan: you're very strange
[19:14] Me: and it's not ok.… you don't deserve to have to deal w/ my stu­pid­ity.
[19:14] Me: you have bet­ter things to do, i'm sure.
[19:15] Megan: I've always delt with it and it's no more a prob­lem now than it ever was
[19:15] Megan: not really, no
[19:15] Megan: other than write an essay that I don't have an opin­ion (or, hence, a the­sis) on, or eat din­ner, but i live my life between meals, so I can skip that for a while longer
[19:16] Me: well, you should prob­a­bly eat.… it'd be a more worth­while expe­ri­ence than talk­ing to me.
[19:16] Megan: maybe, if i were hun­gry
[19:18] Me: i'm sorry for putting you thru this…

I called her some time after­wards and we talked for a while… and of course, she put me at ease. As she is incred­i­bly adept at doing. She really has no idea how great she is…

Now, if only I can apply some of her advice, things might be okay.

I prob­a­bly should have posted some of this in the pri­vate jour­nal. I'm sure I will at some point…as this is only part of it.

  • Julie

    Just remem­ber Niet­zsche was insane…