The last two weeks I've been very busy with work, closing the monthly assignment for March-April and starting the one for April-May, which this time includes the extra subject I'm building as an author and not as a reviewer (that’s three courses). Last Wednesday I didn't sleep much to finish my deliverable, and on Thursday I had to go to the office, which is always, always a big effort, even though I'm a great actor and in my most cynical moments I call myself the king of masking. So doing it sleep-deprived was even harder.
Then the weekend got even more intense, because I kept working intensively on my deliverable for this week, since I already had commitments and wouldn’t be able to work non-stop on Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday, I had therapy (which was very intense), final Mandarin exam, lunch with the Mandarin group to celebrate the end of the course, and then eating cake with my brother because his birthday was on Friday. Then, on Sunday, I watched two episodes of BL dramas that ended: Duang with You and My Romance Scammer.
But it doesn't end there. In December I bought a ticket for Jackson Wang's concert in the capital, as part of his world tour Magic Man 2, because ever since I listened to that album (almost the same way Khemjira helped me get out of the depressive hole I was in) I connected with its songs on an extremely personal level, and that helped me in prioritizing myself after years of trying to live to other people’s expectations. The concert was yesterday, Monday, April 20, and I asked for two days of PTO to be able to go and to recover today. But traveling always requires a very high amount of energy from me.
And even though the whole weekend was full of activities, and last weekI was still doubting whether to go to the concert, in the end the phrase "you only live once" (maybe because it's mentioned in the song "GBAD") kept resonating in my head. Maybe my nervousness was because at some point I started feeling a strange anxiety (which in the end I think was motivated by the fact that the concert was on a Monday, and that meant disconnecting from work*) and my head got paranoid, even making me believe that maybe it was one of those moments when your intuition "warns" you about something**, but in the end I said: if something happens, why would I run away? Haven't I wished a thousand times that "something would happen"? And that's how I decided to go, and nothing happened, so I really think it was my anxiety about being absent on a Monday, because deep down, even though I'm reforming myself after burnout, I'm still a workaholic, for some reason (fear of losing my job, I think). The important thing is that I loved every second of the concert, and there was even a moment when I couldn't hold back my tears, when Jackson talked about the creative process behind that album, because his explanation ended up resonating with what I had already felt when I listened to it before. But besides that, it was a great show, and the energy was amazing, Jackson is a great performer. And afterwards, when I was finally home and in bed, my brain was still so hyped that I couldn’t sleep.
"GBAD" has become part of my personal anthem list, because, even though I always think about death, I believe that despite how heavy the beginning of last year was, and the dark moments I came out of in the second half, there's a stubborn part of me that clings to enjoying the stay while I'm here. Somewhere I posted this: "Tricking myself into living longer", in a moment of delirium from lack of sleep and the honesty that only comes out when you're most vulnerable, but motivated by the hundreds of things I want to see and do (like GAHT, or traveling abroad, for example). And some of those things, everything I do to "trick myself" into living a little longer, are great, and fun, and I enjoy them.
Maybe I'm contradictory, but I've never said I'm not.
Anyway, as Jackson Wang would say: "Life is great (just gotta be a dick sometimes)."
*And I did disconnect, even though they sent me messages on Teams and even assigned me a ticket to solve, even when my status was clearly marked as away and I had set up automatic replies. So my anxiety was a little justified, because I know those fuckers. But PTO is PTO, and I wasn't going to ruin my day over things that aren't even urgent and that no one's going to die from.
** Something, like a car accident or any other disaster that could end in death… Even though I don't believe in supernatural things, there have been several times in my life when, by feeling something weird and making decisions based on that nervous feeling, I've saved myself from accidents or even being there alone during a home burglary. I have no explanation for that.