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Still wondering about the DJ/ grocery bagger and his possible connection to the dance instructor/ DJ who assaulted (butt/ groin kicked from behind) me last August. The bagger seems to have disappeared from the store since the wedding.
Last year, before I was assaulted, but after being kicked out of the dance instructor's let's call him Josh's class, I kept running into folks from the dance studio. I saw different instructors at restaurants I went to and a local bookstore I visit a lot. I usually said hi and didn't think much about it. But I really have to wonder if they thought I was some psycho and wanted to check me out to protect poor delicate Josh. I never see anyone from the dance studio anymore.
I saw one instructor from the studio one last time at the grocery store after the assault. I guess that was the level of concern for me. I have to wonder if a successful DJ suddenly working at the store and always being really really friendly to me was some kind of watchful "concern" from the studio.? Or maybe it's just a fantasy that they give a crap. I know they saw themselves as a supportive dance family, but the only family they remind me of is the mafia. Maybe it's just a bad dream.
Last year, before I was assaulted, but after being kicked out of the dance instructor's let's call him Josh's class, I kept running into folks from the dance studio. I saw different instructors at restaurants I went to and a local bookstore I visit a lot. I usually said hi and didn't think much about it. But I really have to wonder if they thought I was some psycho and wanted to check me out to protect poor delicate Josh. I never see anyone from the dance studio anymore.
I saw one instructor from the studio one last time at the grocery store after the assault. I guess that was the level of concern for me. I have to wonder if a successful DJ suddenly working at the store and always being really really friendly to me was some kind of watchful "concern" from the studio.? Or maybe it's just a fantasy that they give a crap. I know they saw themselves as a supportive dance family, but the only family they remind me of is the mafia. Maybe it's just a bad dream.
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
Perhaps the worst part in my own strictly personals is that after I have taken all that risk to obtain the facts, the facts turn out to be anti-climatic; far more trouble than they were worth. They were far more entertaining in my imagination.
But that is me. . .
Continued support while you figure out what it is for you.