Friday, January 31, 2014

I'm frustrated. -Cal

I am writing this because I am frustrated. Partially because I should keep my goals up to date, but also because I am frustrated.
Terribly frustrated.

But first my goals. 
I have continued to work on my story and writing has been a really nice outlet for me as of late. If you want to read this ongoing story, you can find it here!
http://thejournalsofaarongriever.blogspot.com/
If you don't want to read it then don't. 

I've also decided learning Arabic would be fun. I am living with a young man from Saudi Arabia this semester so if YouTube isn't sufficient enough then I'll have Abdulmajeed to help me out. I've found videos that feature middle eastern people wearing middle eastern attire yet sounding completely American, and hopefully these videos will be of use to me.

I haven't started on learning piano yet. Oh well.

So here's why I'm frustrated- my currently ex-girlfriend is in my apartment. Hanging out with my roommates. And that's not okay. Why? Because it's not. Sure, they were her friends too but this isn't alright for her to be crying to my friends when she has so many of her own to talk to. In fact, she even went to Tom to talk about the break-up. Now maybe I wouldn't have so much of a problem with this if she was venting anywhere else, but she's in my apartment. Quite frankly, I don't want to see her right now. Not because I hate her and think she's a terrible person, but because it sucks for me too.

Our breakup wasn't necessarily a "I hate you let's break up" kind of deal. It was more of a "yeah it's probably better if we break up" thing. It had elements of "this isn't working", but it wasn't really something that has been easy for me to deal with. Unfortunately, lately all my emotions eventually mold into frustration. Anger, confuse, surprise, and sadness. Which makes me frustrated just about all the time. Especially lately. And with her in the apartment, sadness turns into frustration. Guilt turns into frustration. Awkwardness becomes frustration. Everything is frustration. 
It's frustrating.

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