UltraCrepidate

I can't stand looking at fat people's legs… yet my eyes can't keep staring at them. So pitiful and deformed.

“I thought you'd dance like him. So energetic and with plenty of emotions” Said Jeff after watching my first competition.

I was a braggy little beginner back then just stepping into pre bronze. Because of the amount of bragging I've done, Jeff thought that I was a really good dancer. Ever since then, I've been chasing this shadow of that amazing dancer I've frozen in my mind. More precisely, the gap between that amazing dancer and my skills. Little did I know as my skills increase, so did the skill of the shadow dancer in my mind. I can never understand why i can't reach him.

Till last night. I saw him again at a competition… and he sucks.

It's like the story in Ruroni Kenshin. Where a young boy chases after the shadow runin in his mind.The bandit who's sword is so fast that it strikes fear in his heart just thinking about it. Until one day, he met the shadow dancer and dueled him… killing him effortlessly.

Making the decision to say that you are addicted is hard. Deciding to take away the comfort of the addiction is even harder. Going along with it while it's always readilly avaialble is hell.

Now that I am rid of my addiction, what should I do to pamper myself when things are going well?

Empty promises, got my hopes up so high and the roller coaster ride down isn't such a good feeling. Alas, I've braced myself before climbing to the top. Things are just too good to be true.