Another day of being dizzy-free. Thank God too, as being sad when I say goodbye to Stacey in 6 hours or so is going to be rough enough.

Life is full of saying goodbyes. Just wish they were all easy and not just some of them. This includes getting over those who couldn’t care less about me. Instead, I finally broke down and left a message for Aly on LiveJournal in hopes of working things out, and I tweeted her the link. Doesn’t look like she’s checked in since then, though, or else she’d have told Kim, who would have blocked this account. Or do they think it’s my last account? I took the honor of blocking Kim myself this time around, but I’m pretty sure Twitter has mutual blocking yet I’m not blocked from her. So more than likely, she just didn’t check in yesterday. She keeps in touch with Kim more on WhatsApp these days.

I think it’s rather sad that people from all over the world have gone to the Olympics to break their arms, their legs, and other things all for a medal. A medal is a material thing. It cannot validate our abilities. Being able to safely do things within our physical and emotional means and enjoying it… that’s true validation. No scrap of metal is worth injuring ourselves for.

So I’ve been rethinking the Olympics. Is it really just about talented people who have worked really hard? Or is it also about insecure people desperate to show off to the world and prove they’re worthy of this piece of metal that they’re willing to bring harm to themselves for it?