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Well another AIESEC conference has come and gone. Honestly I can't even say how many I've been to. I. JUST. KEEP. COMING. BACK. I don't know what it is. Actually I think I do. They are the most emotionally charged experiences I have ever had, maybe the only time I really feel ALIVE. It's like an emotional rollercoaster, fueled by a twisting combination of sleep deprivation, severe nostalgia, unrequited lust, pure passion, and red bull. Nothing else in my life comes close.
Partly it's because AIESEC conferences are the only two times I cry each year, usually when Scott is playing the guitar. It's such a RELEASE, something I don't get anywhere else.
Every time I hear Scott play, I think "this the last time I will experience this." Then he plays 'lover lay down' and I burst into tears. But for some reason it happens again and again, like we share some common inescapable draw to this moment that keeps us coming back.
In a sad way, it's almost routine. Scramble to get set, opening ceremonies, party, sleep, plenary, mission/vision sessions, party, sleep, sessions, repeat. The line dance of the moment. Loud room parties and complaints. Registration nightmares. Lost and found. "not your momma." Sugarcubes that I never seem to write enough of. "this is my last conference. Really." But something keeps this routine from feeling .... routine. Each OC is different, each dealing with novel crises that I have seen countless times before they were even YUCLs.
By each closing ceremony I am so tired and delerious I pray that i can just take a 10 miniute nap. But I never do. The last's night party somehow keeps me functional and I still manage to stay up until 6.
The hotels can even all look the f*cking same but somehow it's different each time. Each conference starts with such opportunity and ends seemingly the next day.
Something's not right.
Partly it's because AIESEC conferences are the only two times I cry each year, usually when Scott is playing the guitar. It's such a RELEASE, something I don't get anywhere else.
Every time I hear Scott play, I think "this the last time I will experience this." Then he plays 'lover lay down' and I burst into tears. But for some reason it happens again and again, like we share some common inescapable draw to this moment that keeps us coming back.
In a sad way, it's almost routine. Scramble to get set, opening ceremonies, party, sleep, plenary, mission/vision sessions, party, sleep, sessions, repeat. The line dance of the moment. Loud room parties and complaints. Registration nightmares. Lost and found. "not your momma." Sugarcubes that I never seem to write enough of. "this is my last conference. Really." But something keeps this routine from feeling .... routine. Each OC is different, each dealing with novel crises that I have seen countless times before they were even YUCLs.
By each closing ceremony I am so tired and delerious I pray that i can just take a 10 miniute nap. But I never do. The last's night party somehow keeps me functional and I still manage to stay up until 6.
The hotels can even all look the f*cking same but somehow it's different each time. Each conference starts with such opportunity and ends seemingly the next day.
Something's not right.
