Saturday, September 4, 2010
I hate complaining, but I need an outlet of some sort.
Today, as my guitar decided to fall apart and lose some pieces (it's all back together with only one piece missing now), I couldn't help but see it as symbolic of the situation I've been in.
Towards the end of the last school year, I ended up saying some stupid things that I got called out on.
Well, after finding myself expelled, I was feeling pretty crappy. Well, to add insult to injury, or more accurately, add injury to injury, I ended up getting sent to a psychiatric hospital for an "evaluation". I figured it might take, what, 2 or 3 days at the most to do this.
Boy was I wrong.
Nearly a week later, after being told I was getting out, only to be told otherwise shortly before the time to leave, I had given up and figured I'd end up staying there for months until I could be entered into a residential program, like the rest of the guys there. Finally, though, after a fair amount of fighting my way out, I was released and back into the world.
Yeah, it seemed that things weren't going to suck so hard after that.
Well, the expulsion went through, and charges were then being brought against me. I was at my wit's end. After fighting through that, I ended up having overturned the expulsion and possibly gaining a consent decree (a court action that would completely eliminate the charges in return for me going to a supervised place, in this case, military school.)
I kinda relate it to my guitar, in that everything began falling apart, but after I picked up the pieces and put forth some effort, it came out almost entirely intact.
The one missing piece, though, is an important one. It was a piece that created a buffer between the metal string, and the guitar's wood. Without this piece, any string that lays where that buffer once was will slowly wear down the finish and the wood until I can replace the piece and repair the damage.
Kind of like, say, therapy?