Independence

One paragraph should probably sum up the entirety of this weekend fairly accurately.  Or perhaps even one word.  But I'm not certain what to choose: amazing, wonderful, incredible...I could go on.  Either way, it was thoroughly enjoyable.  I can't really think of many ways (if any at all) that it could have been any better.  Three days and three nights of utter relaxation, productivity, good food, happiness, company, and generally wonderful existence.

And then today throws me back into what is my "real world."  The beginning went well enough, the memories from the weekend consistently providing the necessary satisfaction for the time being.  And then one rope was loosened and the whole system completely fell apart.  Because I guess that's what happens when I get thrown out of a lovely system of freedom into an entirely too convoluted of one.

Honestly, I had a weekend where nobody told me what I could or couldn't do, where I could or couldn't do it, where I did and didn't have to be at times A, B, C, and oh by the way, D as well.  I hate things like that.  I hate being told what do with my life and how to do it, not to mention when and where, coupled with consequences that, while capable of ruining my life at present, have absolutely no bearing on the world as a whole.  Things like this bother me.  Significantly.  Particularly after weekends like this of freedom, where nobody tries to take control of my life.

So most of my night has been spent in a less than ideal mood, trying to come to terms with this whole lack of independence and all that.  I've done it fairly well for a couple of years now, but...after a point, it seems to hit a limit of "too much," and it seems that this limit has been transcended after a weekend like that without such ridiculous restrictions. 

But anyhow, that's enough of my ranting.  I think I'll stop now.  Hopefully tomorrow will be better (in some way or other).