Gosh. I guess summer is coming to an end. Well like, kind of. School doesn't start for another month and I'm going back home to the grand old Oly, so I guess the last chapter of my summer is starting. Everyone else going back to school (or off to exotic locations) makes it seem like it's over. I actually didn't realize that my summer isn't over until just now. Umm. Yeah. School doesn't start till September 27.
So in eleven or twelve days (somebody please explain to me how to properly count down days, for some reason the concept has always been a difficult one for me) I'll be back, probably homeless and in a corner somewhere but back nevertheless. I'm ready to go now, but these eleven or twelve days will probably go fast.
I'm happy I came back, though, because this has been a summer of getting better. The whole fiiinally getting treated for lyme disease thing probably did a lot to help that. The thing about lyme disease is it seems any symptom can be caused by lyme. Like changes in mood, depression, anxiety, crying easily, all that stuff. And as my headaches are going away that stuff seems to be too. I guess there is no way to know what part of my sadness was lyme and what was from my situation. Probably it was from both. But maybe that time in the spring when I was thinking that I was a useless bad person and that living my life was doing more harm than good and getting all empty and crying about it had something to do with lyme disease causing depression. And maybe when the treatment is over I won't feel like that again, because it really isn't like me.
Remember how I said my headaches are going away? Pretty big news. Things were getting a little ridiculous. It's a lot easier to go about your day when there isn't headache headache all the time headache. So that's a good thing about the summer. Another good thing is that this summer I was able to relate with my family on a friend sort of level. Which was pretty cool. I can really really see how we're all growing up. It seems like I'm growing faster than ever right now. I mean, it's not like the difference between two and three, but I wasn't aware of it back then. But I'm imagining being this baby and thinking WHAT. I'M GETTING SO MUCH BIGGER AND MORE CAPABLE. PRETTY COOL. I wonder how long all this growing and maturing and changing keeps up.
I had a radical thought this summer. But before I tell you about it I'll tell you about this one time when Rosie came up to me with a notebook this summer and asked me for my "radical ideas" about life, and so I told her about letting go of caring about image and what other people think and buying stuff and worry and jealousy and all sorts of stuff like that, and she copied down all my words like I was this great old sage or something. But anyway, my radical thought was that maybe I really am special. It feels like something that I shouldn't admit, because it seems that when people think they're special they're mistaken and everyone else is like they think they're all that but really we all know they're just regular. And the real special people are supposed to be totally unaware of it. But maybe I'm not regular. People tell me how special I am all the time and I always kind of dismiss it, like it's the whole "special snowflake" thing that isn't true. Maybe everyone is special and it isn't fair to put down specialness. And if you're wondering what I mean by special, I mean especially good. When I was little it meant always well behaved and knows too much about birds. But now maybe I'm a really good person. Even if I'm not yet, that's my goal. But if I'm not special people should stop telling me I am because I just might believe it.
Also, while I'm still very much a beginner, I can already play more on the banjo than I ever thought I was capable of. This is of course because I had very low expectations.
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