drowning in blood but let me write this down

It is 1:46 AM and my nose is dripping with blood.

Lots of blood.

It’s a consistent pattern. If I’m too tired (or stressed or worried), my nose is always the first to go. Maybe my bloodstreams thin like crazy when I’m fatigued or something. I don’t know. But I’m bleeding. A lot. So it must mean I’m really physically out of it.

But that’s not going to stop me from writing this piece.

Today was the kind of day that reminded me just how many kind and genuine people exist in the world. Those who burn with passion and radiate with self-sustaining energy.

I used to not like those people. It wasn’t them. It was me. I always used to get burnt out so quick.

But that was because I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand why these people behaved in the way they did. I didn’t understand how to make relevant our conversation I thought felt so unproductive and foreign.

But I’m starting to get it a little more now. I’m starting to understand what it means to appreciate their way of living. And there’s a lot to be grateful for. I’m understanding how to absorb their energy. I’m understanding how to speak their way. I’m understanding how to process like they do.

Today was a good reminder of just how far I’ve come to understand socializing with people much too different from myself, and it’s really invigorating to see the progress being slowly made.

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