7.4.16

On Taking a Break

I'm taking a break from men. Just a short break, just a breather, just a quick stop. I need to swim up and poke my head above the water, to feel the air fill my lungs again.

It's not my heart I'm worried about, it's my head. My sanity.

I need a new hobby. Maybe I should finally do cross stitch, or painting. Or dabble in the occult. Or learn about the myriad ways I can dissect a human body. Try drugs. Learn French. Pick up a sport. Join a club. I should do things. Go to therapy. Go to an AA meeting. Join anonymous. Learn to write better. Meditate. Go hiking. Learn to make electronic stuff. Volunteer somewhere.

There are hundreds of things I can do.

I can go back to school again. Learn to make collage. Read about arts. Make my own jam and preserves. Experiment on children. Try ballet. Or karate. Learn to play guitar. Write a book. Travel somewhere nearby. Explore Jakarta. Go to galleries. Sell a kidney.

There are hundreds of things I can do.

Hundreds.

Of things.

Hundreds.

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