I don't know why but while cleaning up my sister's weighted barbells, i suddenly remembered someone from a long time ago. It's a weird feeling that rises up. I don't regret having met the person, but yet, i can't help but furiously deliver mental kicks to myself. WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THINKING?! And though i said i don't regret it, if i could do things over, i wouldn't even take the first tip-toe in that direction.
Confusing? Yeah, much.