More likely is that I'm just imagining it all. After I decided to study computer science, I *DID* develop an intrest in psychology, read a fair bit about it, and took some 100-200 level PS classes as electives, sheerly out of personal intrest. So I'm probably just subconciously reacting to the physical lack of sleep, remembering bits and pieces from back then, and then imagining the symptoms in myself... sort a psychological hypochondria. But there I go again... arrogantly sticking my nose into someone else's field.
Probably the worst part, after the sheer exhaustion from lack of sleep, is the fear that I might be right... that that first doctor, almost four years ago, might have been right. But then, if that were the case, why haven't I had four YEARS of uninterrupted insomnia?
Thing is, that I *DO* have some pretty big personal issues that are tearing me up inside. I've been suppressing them for some time; but, of late, I can't help but start to dwell on some of them again. Part of me wants desperately to talk things out with a friend. Several times I've almost tried to call Amanda or Sarah, hoping that I'd be able to talk to them. I even made the call a couple of times, but chickened out and wound up just exchanging banal pleasantries. The bigger part of me does come back and remind me that I have no right in the world to burden anyone else with my problems, after all. And I'm not even sure I could articulate everything anyway.
And the thing that weirds me out is that I'd be so much more comfortable talking to a girl... Amanda or Sarah especially, and especially given the contexts in the ways I know them, than anyone else. Guys aren't supposed to feel like that. Guys aren't supposed to feel like I do at all. I mean... fuck... my friend Jason, back in Florida, actually *IS* a trained psychologist, and could probably quickly dispel any hypochondriac imaginations I'm having. But I just can't... Just so many things about me have changed since I left Florida. I'm not even sure I'm the same person he once knew. And there's certianly a damn lot about ME, and what's going on HERE, that he doesn't know...
It's a horrible feeling. I'd already lost most of my confidence in my ability to discern anything about others. Now, I'm not even sure what's going on with myself. I hate the feeling, and there's nothing more I'd like than to be able to fix myself. Hell... mostly I'd just like to be able to rely on getting a good night's sleep. I'm just not sure how.
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