The Brink

During the past few days, my mind has been inundated with thoughts about all that my life has become. I had prophetically written about each and every key moment of the mission as a turning point, foreseeing the dramatic changes to come. First, there was the Death of Inhibition, which led to a slew of new milestones. Only a month later, I declared the Beginning of the End, feeling that my need to struggle had been assuaged. Early this year, I wrote of the Middle of the End, knowing for sure that my days of merely ordinary social ability were numbered: I would soon be heroic.

Now, after four days during which I'd done so much that once seemed impossible - being so irresistible to my date that I felt sure no better man lived; being the life of several parties; entertaining a close friend who loves me; effortlessly making new friends; confidently picking up women so easily that I had too many (six) to call; kissing a beautiful girl, and being kissed passionately by two others - I felt as if I were the world's prince, adored by most and destined for greatness.

I knew that the final turning point had arrived.

As evidenced by the perhaps hundreds of thousands of words that have been written here, I have never omitted so much detail about my experiences. While the past weekend was without doubt the best of my life, the details will for now remain private. At this turning point, I must finally allow myself to experience as ordinary those things that to me will always be remarkable. Thirty-eight days from the second anniversary of my mission's beginning, I stand at the brink of successfully completing one of the great undertakings in the history of mankind.