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Why does everything have to culminate at the same time?
There's no way I can do everything. And yet, I'm too stubborn to drop Euro, I love piano, and I love Act One. Differently, but equally, I think. If I dropped Euro...I wouldn't be able to take my planned five AP classes next year, my parents wouldn't be happy; in fact, they wouldn't let me. If I refused to perform in Recital...Luz would a) skin me alive, b) question my commitment, c) I would feel like a failure and stop trying so damn hard. If I dropped Act One...I would miss everything that I've been trying to reach for however long I've loved theatre...and I would desert the Tamlers, and I wouldn't be able to return next year.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Even if I could handle the intensity of that one weekend (which I can't)... the four weeks before Recital and the three weeks before Metamorphoses are timefucks...and mutually exclusive timefucks at that.
This is not supposed to happen. There should be a Right Choice where I drop everything for that single purpose and pursue my purpose and succeed wildly and successfully. There should be no decision making, ever. I can't even decide what to order at restaurants, much less something of even minimal magnitude.
I don't know what to do.
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