*sigh*
by phill
Tonight did not go that well. I just felt so…inadequate. Like a bowling ball shaped like a triangle with only one fingerhole. Yeah, bowling ball analogy, try fitting THAT into ordinary conversation.
I wasn’t nervous, I was completely calm. The only word I can think of to describe it is the one I’ve already said, inadequate. I don’t know, I’ve just been out of the whole frame of mind of -the game- for so long.
The night was OK. I just felt slightly off centre. I couldn’t say or do the right things. Ill-at-ease. All my comments came off badly. I don’t know.
I can’t think straight, I’m out.
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