I may have made a very grave error that would cause me to fail a certain class.
Now...I fail to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Or I just don't care! My neck is firmly locked in the brace and there is a very sharp gleaming guillotine poised just above in all of its maximum potential energy glory. But I fail to care. Is it something that I lack? Or something that I have gained? I would argue for the latter. There is a chance that this is all irrelevant as this error could be entirely imagined and embellished in a fantastic construct of paranoia and uncertainty.
Buuuut...I don't care! Oh to be free from the shackles of blind perfectionism!
There is still a sort of sensation of impending doom. A sensation akin to being under the spell of a heavy rumbling in the distance...most likely from something that is very large in size. Biologically we are more fearful of the lower frequency rumbles because they usually precede something that is very big that is coming to kill us. The higher frequencies aren't usually emitted by things that are mortally dangerous to us. Usually.
The mountains were nice, but I did use my left lower body far too much due to aggressive snowboarding...and now it feels like it has been run over by one of those mega dump trucks that are as large as an office building. Over...and over...and over again. But I'm not complaining. I'm no baby. I love the feeling in fact. I wish the same was true for my right lower body. I'm no baby man. No way.
I wish I didn't have to fill out these anxiety disorder questionnaires. Seeing a glimpse of what I should be feeling just makes things a whole lot worse.
Buuuut...whatever. I will go...with the flow...don't say it doesn't matter.
-The Piece
