I watched Fight Club again tonight. It's much better the second time around, and with my having aged some years since I first saw it in 2000 or so. The vicious freedom of it still touches me, and with the addition of aikido to my life, I think more about the roles of violence and aggression, or more simply physical attack, in working stuff out, settling the mind and processing emotions, and directing that energy toward growth. It's satisfying in aikido for my friends and I to take honest shots at hitting each other while still taking care of each other.
Had a fine bit of psychoglycemia this afternoon after cleaning up the dojo after the seminar that I did 3 hours of. Even though I ate lunch. I guess I need to start paying attention to my blood sugar and my emotions again.
Relationships. People. Friends. Ex-girlfriends. So complicated. Eeek.