Andi (illonadances) wrote,
Andi
illonadances

So, I woke up to a fight, progressed into a lovey couple bonding day, and finished with some kick-ass yoga that left Sebastian really dehydrated and ill. Busy day. I wish S. hadn't gotten sick, though. Then again, he did a Master class- 2 hours of the yoga as opposed to 1 1/2 hrs., and then he took my class afterwards. This totals 3 1/2 hours in the hot room- which, for someone not used to it- can be rough.
This morning I woke up and my back was aching. It wasn't very pleasant. I tried about 15 minutes of yoga. During this stint, I noticed Sebastian's feet were exposed, so I covered them back up. He moaned a slightly complaining sounding grunt and then kicked the blanket off. I laughed and said, "I guess you didn't want that, eh?" to which (I thought) he responsed to to with another grunt. I assumed this meant he was awake.
When I felt I needed a bowl, I looked about for my Afgoo. I couldn't find it. So, I went over to Sebastian and I asked him, "Hey- where's the Afgoo at?"
He opened his eye and looked at me and said, "It's in the bag."
I looked and it was not.
"Sorry, dude," I replied, "But it's not there. Do you know where else it could be?"
Then he got up and started looking really pissed. He started getting pissed off at me for asking him about it. I felt he was overreacting. Big time. I told him so. Then he found a small bag of bud and threw it at me. I didn't like this at all. The next thing I know, he's yelling, "You only care about sex and weed, so just get the fuck out!" and goes storming down the hallway.
I was just kind of stunned. I prayed for guidance, then started to pack my stuff. I kept feeling really bad as I was packing my things. While I was packing, S. went out for a cigarette. He came back in, saw my stuff piled up and ready to go, and he asked why I was packing up.
"Because you told me to do it, which doesn't make sense, but you said and did some very hurtful things to me so I am leaving," I responded. Still, the sinking feeling continued. He looked at me with a funny expression on his face, and I asked if I could move in and hug him. He agreed, and so I did. I looked him in the eyes and asked him what he was mad about.
It turns out he was pretty much sleepwalking when he got all pissed off at me for no reason. In his dream, apparently I'd been having sex with some other dude in front of him. This made his dreaming persona really upset. When he heard me ask for the weed, he didn't really wake up for a while and so in his dreaming head I'd just turned around while having sex with this other guy and asked him for some weed. So he flipped out. After he figured out what had happened, he apologized profusely to me and has made many guarantees that he will not behave in such a manner. He seems pretty appalled with himself, so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt.
I wouldn't believe him about the whole 'sleepwalking' thing, except for the fact that my ex, Tyson, used to sleepwalk. Once he sleep-drove down to the local 7-11, bought some cigarettes, a Snickers bar and a coke. Then, he drove halfway up the hill to his folks place, ate half the Snickers, drank a few swigs of coke, and passed out holding a lit cigarette in his hands. We found him asleep (parked) about 45 minutes later. He said he had no recollection of how he obtained the items from the Sevie, but it was obviously what had gone down by the ample evidence in the car.
Sometimes human beings do funny shit. It is in the record now.....although I kind of wonder if S. was trying to apologize in some wierd way by doing the double with the Master class. Which really is a tad much to be biting off your first few weeks....perhaps months. Still, I have to give him credit for chutzpah. Namaste, all.
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