Graves Rage And The Rotterdam Six

Faux Post Title I Could Not Write Today
Faux Post Title I Could Not Write Today

In an ideal world, the title of this post would be something like How To Handle Setbacks or Three Tips To Deal With Disappointment.

No, that’s not true.

In an ideal world this post would be called Rotterdam Six Rocks – and it would describe my wonderful time at the final evening of the Six Days of Rotterdam 2016.

Alas, it was not to be.

(To be brutally honest – if I had enjoyed myself at the Six I might not have written about it, save on Facebook).

I did not go to the Rotterdam Six yesterday evening. And I did not handle it well. And even in hindsight I cannot share any meaningful tips about disappointment.

I thought I was really amazingly mellow about it all, I must admit. I did postpone the decision to cancel, yes. And I did not like to come to that conclusion, no. But I felt extremely mature about it. It was the wise thing to do. And I did not throw a tantrum which clearly put me in the league of wise people on this planet. So in fact, I was pretty much satisfied with myself and at peace with this cruel world in which a certain Mr Graves can get to decide whether I shall or shan’t go to the Six.

The Sheer Magic Of The Track
The Sheer Magic Of The Track

Until the moment the evening programme started and the friends replacements had taken their seats and started updating me about the races going on.

That sort of … well. I tried not to think about it too much. So I did the wise and healthy thing and went to aquajogging.

That sort of … well. I did not go into these thoughts too much. So after spending an hour or so not going into that dark place (right) I did the wise healthy and sensible thing and went to bed.

And ever since waking up again the so-called Graves Rage (does it not speak volumes about a disease if it has a Rage named after it?????) has caught me by surprise. And I have no clue what to do about it. The Rotterdam Six is closed, finished for the year. There is no going back. I still think the decision was wise, but it feels too unjust to be anything near wise. I have tried hard focusing on other things but today it seems there is no other thing that can possibly be as enticing as the Six. It makes me so sad I could cry for hour upon hour.

One Of Those Days ...
One Of Those Days …

And that is, finally, the one thing that makes this have a positive angle, too (albeit extremely thin). Until now, one of the precious things Graves had taken from me is my lust for life. My enthusiasm, my willingness for almost anything and everything. Apart from the Graves Rage I lived a life in a mist where nothing good or bad, touched me much or at all. I was either angry and upset or a sort of – blank. All non-anger emotions have been living behind a veil, and it was hard to really feel them, experience them. Well, that aspect of Graves seems to have gone – at least for the day.

Let’s hope this is a positive sign of a hasty retreat of my new companion (if he must, it may be a slow retreat, too, but I would appreciate a speedy one after having been together for more than I can bear already). Just in case – I will start saving for a trip to the 2016 London Six Days as of now. In an ideal world finding new targets should help circumvent the bitter emotions of disappointment, should it not? Leading to puzzling post titles like How Not Going To Rotterdam Spurred Me Into Going To London And Going Bankrupt In The Process. Or, more to the point: How Notegraphy Saved A Graves Rage Filled Day.


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