It’s been a bittersweet evening, with my grand return to the ballroom dance scene being the last ballroom dance practice of the academic year. The gears of life keep turning, and I now lose more familiar faces to the machinations of those gears.
Compounding my melancholic sentiment was the fact that I completely blanked on all kinds of moves, in all kinds of dances, in my week of not dancing. I forgot a move in nightclub two-step, for heaven’s sake—I’ve always expected to forget everything but my NC2S. After pausing and thinking about it for a while, or after watching someone else perform a move I had forgotten, I’d have a small epiphany and be able to perform that move again. It was quite like wandering around and picking up the shattered fragments of my memory.
Quite simply, I’m still sick. It’s just not so bad as to be outwardly visible, now.
I’ve also been getting overwhelmed at work with little to no reason, and have little to no energy at the end of the day. Oh, and I’m downloading the public beta of Windows Vista.
…the hell?
Is my MacBook beefy enough to power the Aero Glass theme? I’ll let you know.
After-action report: My download cut out about a quarter of the way through. I’d restart the download, but my browser swears the file is complete. Oh well; maybe later.
That’s how it goes, mate.
Familiar faces disappear into the grinder of life, one by one. Face after face after face after face.
Strange, younger faces take the place of those of old friends.
All the while you just get older and sicker.
One day you wake up and realize that you’ve danced and blogged away the best years of your life.
One day you wake up and realize that you’ve become a dirty old man.
And one day, you won’t wake up at all.
I hope this helps.
Actually, I’ve become older and healthier (recent contraction of The Death notwithstanding)–mostly due to exercise, I’d guess.
If I dance away the best years of my life, I’ll die a happy man. Blogging… er… we’ll see.
And becoming a dirty old man sure beats the alternative.
=P [and/or =D]