grrr at a lackluster parkour session yesterday (partly because another of my dad's IKEA trips made me arrive a full hour late ¬_¬), although i did make acquaintances with another of the guys and got help on my handstand from him, and improved my climbing a bit, so all in all it was salvageable...
...until they split into two groups and i happened to go with the group that was NOT going to do any more parkour. cue me failing a little at walking on a slackline and then sitting in the grass for an hour watching how they literally jumped, flipped and even danced on top of it, all the while talking in unintelligible norwegian.
i am disappoint.
also, grr at the fact that i don't really enjoy social interaction, even while i recognize that i need it in order to stave off depression.