What not to ask me: Journal 8/26/06

Posted by Ms. Babble

August 26, 2006

Don’t ask me if the time has gone by fast. Because it hasn’t. Period. And anyone out here who says that is has is only looking at it from the end. They’re completely shutting out the last billion days we’ve spent here. They’re reaction is just a way to make themselves sane.

What else not to ask me once I get home:

Did you “hook up” with anyone in the desert?
Who did you miss the most?
What are you going to do with your life now?
Does it feel weird to be home?
How much time are you taking off before going back to work?
Was is hot out there?
How much money did you make?
Did you kill anyone?

Of course, don’t be shy about asking me whatever you want. I just think the above questions will be particularly annoying… when I first get back, at least.

I have so much manic energy right now that I don’t really know what to do with myself. One second I wanna jump up and down and scream… the next, I just wanna take a pill and go to sleep. Earlier today I had so much compassion for everyone that I felt like I couldn’t do enough for them and now I can’t look at a single person in the eyes.

I really do hate this place with all my heart. And not because of the country or the people in it or the unrelenting sun. It’s because it’s the only thing I have right now, and it isn’t enough.

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