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When I was in graduate school, I had a minor nervous breakdown. Not related to school, more about thinking too much about life, death, career, money, and I had a weird pain in my head--that I thought must be a tumor. I always went to the worst senerio? In those horrid months, I had one dream repeatedly, and it was so American. The dream was I was a chess piece on a large chess board. I think I was a pawn? In the dream, George was yelling at me so vociferously, the air from his lungs was blowing me off the chess board. I would try to grab on to the other chess pieces, but the gail force was so strong, I would just slide on the board. I knew if I was pushed off the board, I would just fall,and fall. When I got to the absolute edge, I would wake up--sometimes--covered in sweat. I have worn a suit, and tie one time since that period on my life. It was my sisters wedding, I couldn't wait to get the tie off. It felt like a noose. Not fun times, but I can look back and find some amusement in my pain. If anyone reading this is going through bad times, I can guarantee it will get better with time. In reality, George Zimmerman looks like a decent guy to work for. I felt bad when they let him go as the spokesperson. |