On January 4, I received a call from my friend, who we shall from now on refer to as Dinosaurus throughout the course of this blog. Let me first give you all some background on them. Dinosaurus has become a close friend of mine after I met them back of September of 2006. On top of this, I talk to them pretty much everyday, whenever I see them online, and they are one of the few friends who would even notice I disappeared from the world for a year. I can easily count the people I regularly talk to on two hands and there is a chance if I were to really think about it I'd drop it to one hand.

Dinosaurus was worried about me and wanted in their own words a smoke signal or carrier pigeon to know that I was alive and alright. I had previously told them about my plan on January 1, but they didn't really believe me, which is always a dangerous proposition in the case of not believing me. If I am called into question about my ability to do something I claim I can or will do, I am the type who will make sure it happens without a doubt. This friend already had forewarning about what I was going to do, so I felt they did not need anymore notification and never called them back. Three days passed and I was still deciding whether or not I should contact them in the least with something along the lines of a single character text message. In the midst of my conundrum, Dinosaurus called me again on January 7, which I promptly sent to my voice mail. Within a few minutes of them leaving a message I checked it out to see what they had to say. Allow me to paraphrase them, RAWR. In plain english, they were pissed off that I did not get back to them and probably a few other reasons.

The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club. I broke the rule and wanted to at least leave a friend not angry at me when I embarked on my mission. Dinosaurus was not understanding in the least, let alone they did not care what reason I had for deciding to not talk to them and refused to hear me out on it. Either I talked to them or I did not talk to them and whatever reason I had did not matter to them. Looking back at it now, this was a seriously selfish move by them. What if I was suffering from severe depression or some mental illness that I needed time to address? It came off as an ultimatum, either you talk to me or you don't and whatever reason you have matters not to me. I told them I needed to think about it before I came to a conclusion on what I would do. Perhaps it was a spur of a moment type of thing, but I believe I came to a happy medium I can live with. The solution I came up with, which garnered me no response after I sent it, was that I'd assess how I was doing in a month and let them know.

Hopefully, this will not cause me to "revert" and ruin any progress I make during this month, otherwise I'll have to skip it all together. Right now, it seems to have set me back quite a bit, which I'll be explaining more in future entries.