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In a strange reversal of fortunes, my kitchen will be clean well before gaming tommorow, but my character sheet may still be straggling behind and not quite finished.
Kung Fu was murder again. I am being paired with Michayla quite a bit now, which makes sense. We are at the same skill level, about the same size and when I'm at the top of my game, about the same strength. Sadly, I wear out fast and she's noticing that like never before. She's been very sweet and patient about it and I'm pushing myself really hard so that I'm not handicapping her, but there's clearly a lack of understanding of how to treat me on her part. I'm being treated with kid gloves, which isn't too bad a thing physically, because that's probably what I need, but it's a terrible thing to deal with emotionally. It's all in the tone of voice and a lot of the comeraderie we had going is fading beneath those gloves. I will probably have to find a few minutes to have a talk with her and explain that I really appreciate her patience with my physical faults, but that I will tell her when and if I cannot do something. I just hope she can understand and work with that. Beyond the fact that some people never quite manage to, she's only about fourteen.
I think it marks a very clear change in my mindset that I am not frustrated by any of this. Maybe a little, but mostly, this is just run-of-the-mill, cool, calm and almost detached. Like how Tuesday's "I hate my body" was the first time I've said that in quite some time. That used to be a common sight in this corner of the web. Last time I can recall saying it aloud was this summer, when I ate brussel sprouts drenched in butter. They were delicious, but so allergenic and I was eating way to late to begin with. Silly fool me knew better, but there you go.
Goodnight all!
Kung Fu was murder again. I am being paired with Michayla quite a bit now, which makes sense. We are at the same skill level, about the same size and when I'm at the top of my game, about the same strength. Sadly, I wear out fast and she's noticing that like never before. She's been very sweet and patient about it and I'm pushing myself really hard so that I'm not handicapping her, but there's clearly a lack of understanding of how to treat me on her part. I'm being treated with kid gloves, which isn't too bad a thing physically, because that's probably what I need, but it's a terrible thing to deal with emotionally. It's all in the tone of voice and a lot of the comeraderie we had going is fading beneath those gloves. I will probably have to find a few minutes to have a talk with her and explain that I really appreciate her patience with my physical faults, but that I will tell her when and if I cannot do something. I just hope she can understand and work with that. Beyond the fact that some people never quite manage to, she's only about fourteen.
I think it marks a very clear change in my mindset that I am not frustrated by any of this. Maybe a little, but mostly, this is just run-of-the-mill, cool, calm and almost detached. Like how Tuesday's "I hate my body" was the first time I've said that in quite some time. That used to be a common sight in this corner of the web. Last time I can recall saying it aloud was this summer, when I ate brussel sprouts drenched in butter. They were delicious, but so allergenic and I was eating way to late to begin with. Silly fool me knew better, but there you go.
Goodnight all!
