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i kinda fell into it.
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i kinda fell into it. Just finished a workshop with a UVIC prof. Had to do with writing memoirs and techniques and such. She's an island success story. But that's not what I want to talk about. What I want to talk about, is the part where I walked in the door of the building. I had a fucking anxiety attack. Lol! I opened those doors and there were people down the corridor filling it wall to wall. I was there because its the Vic<b> writers </font></b>festival. I spent the day before reserving my space at this workshop. I was looking forward to it. I opened that door and those people fucking frightened me. My pulse went through the roof, my body temp rose like a million degrees. And then I had to walk through this throng to get to the door I had to get to. Man, I wanted to run. I don't know why or what or whatever.... But the feeling lasted all through the time I was there. In that room I clammed up. I wrote as part of the workshop. And my brain was screaming to share, because that's the way to grow and learn.... But I couldn't. I just couldn't the whole time I was there. I gave on to it. I wrote what I had to write. I did the exercises that I had to exercise. I wrote and met it all in. Didn't share a thing. Frozen. To me this is strange. I left it alone and just rolled with it. Not sure what happened and just letting it go where it wanted to go. I left it alone. I wanted to share here just because I wanted to share....here. A fucking anxiety attack...... You gotta be kidding me..... Ever happen to you? |
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How did I know what it was? I've seen them my has them and so did my ex. I felt like they looked. It overwhelmed me a little but I didn't let it take hold. I just focused on finding the right door. Getting my ticket. Then finding a chair. And the focusing on the pen and the writing. I will say that after about an hour, things became unintelligible. I could understand what I was reading and I could understand what people were saying. The prof was mumbling gibberish and the people in the class were too. It was weird.
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No, I never have, but my sister does and it is frightening. I'm sorry to hear about that. How did you even recognize what it was? Check out my profile or and become a "watcher" of my blog FMAOPLS,to learn more about me, and for intelligent, lively, smartassy and fun discussion, with a little irreverence thrown in. "Like" or comment on my photos, and I promise I'll add more. Thanks.
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