Holy Crap

I love conference. But trying to watch it with my aunt's family makes me want to do unspeakable things. There aren't enough words in the English dictionary to describe the exhaustion I feel after that experience.  Mostly I wanted to escape, but inexplicably, I feel an even greater need for a vacation. At one point I came to a crossroads as I was getting inundated with incessant noise, chaos, and "myrickness" and I decided the only foreseeable way out was to just break down and cry. It was quite comical actually.  It even calmed the storm for a moment. I am still working on a prototype for that emotional shield that will keep me from being barraged with thoughts, perceptions, and feelings from everyone around me.  If I don't figure it out soon, I fear I will collapse from the exhaustion of it all.  I don't expect people to really understand this concept.  Apparently I am difficult to understand according to the last boy I "dated" but... in true Amanda fashion, what I say to that.... whatever.