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Aug. 23rd, 2004 09:40 amSo yesterday was house meeting for business. Meetings, whether business or reflection, are always started with 'the talking rock," a big chunk of granite that gets passed around the room so everyone has a chance to talk about whatever in their life needs talked about. I passed my chance. I knew I'd cry, and I knew it wasn't fair to the other girl, and that pretty much put a big old stompy boot print on my life, so there wasn't anything else to talk about.
I did start crying when she started talking though, but I was quiet and while I'm sure everyone noticed--we're a group of 20 people sitting in a circle, and I'm sure at the least people checked to see how I was taking things. And I'm good at faking things at time, but this just wasn't worth it. They can know I'm very sad to leave. The director's girlfriend shifted over to sit on the floor with me and put an arm around me. She's very mom like, despite being only like 10 years older than me, and I really appreciated it. I was trying to explain to KB when we were walking over to the movie--I hate very much feeling like I'm crying just to get attention, but sometimes, I just really do want a hug. No, that's not right, and that's what I left out of my discussion with him. I want to cry--I'll cry whether or not I get a hug, but sometimes a hug helps me stop crying, or at least makes me feel better while I'm crying.
And in an amusing side note, people keep telling me my hair looks good. I have no idea where I'll be living in a week and a half, I mean, like none, but apparently my hair is noteworthy at the moment. And they kinda say it like that. "well, at least your hair looks good."
I did start crying when she started talking though, but I was quiet and while I'm sure everyone noticed--we're a group of 20 people sitting in a circle, and I'm sure at the least people checked to see how I was taking things. And I'm good at faking things at time, but this just wasn't worth it. They can know I'm very sad to leave. The director's girlfriend shifted over to sit on the floor with me and put an arm around me. She's very mom like, despite being only like 10 years older than me, and I really appreciated it. I was trying to explain to KB when we were walking over to the movie--I hate very much feeling like I'm crying just to get attention, but sometimes, I just really do want a hug. No, that's not right, and that's what I left out of my discussion with him. I want to cry--I'll cry whether or not I get a hug, but sometimes a hug helps me stop crying, or at least makes me feel better while I'm crying.
And in an amusing side note, people keep telling me my hair looks good. I have no idea where I'll be living in a week and a half, I mean, like none, but apparently my hair is noteworthy at the moment. And they kinda say it like that. "well, at least your hair looks good."
