Logic, reasons and to top it off a crazy wave of emotion

Good evening.  Right now, I feel as though if I do not write down the endless drip of thoughts, my head might explode.  As far as subject content, I'm all over the place.  What's new?  The particular directions my thoughts jump from one to the next always seems to puzzle me while I'll admit this process to be very likely the same with most people no matter where we are or what language we speak.  When I first met my sponsor, the very first words he presented to me were as follows, "the first year of recovery is going to be very physical, the second year, emotional, and the third year of recovery, very spiritual, don't forget this."  At this first meeting, I felt a bit doubtful leaning back as he fresh off the dance floor, sweat covering his brow leaned in real close to shout this advice to me.  This phrase is developing into something sort of sentimental as if it were a great grandparents' treasured belonging.  Truth be told, this year I've become more active than I've ever been in my entire life.  Throughout my childhood and early adolescence, I played soccer, dabbled with basketball until I found out I wasn't too good at dribbling.  I was pretty good at soccer I always felt.  I remember a very passionately violent bout of disorderly conduct where having lost the ball or shoved in a forceful way during the play chased this fellow down and slammed into him from behind as hard as a smaller kid rushing into a bigger kid could.  Being a sore sport here and there eventually built feelings of unjustified inferiority and indignity about my skills as a player.  In hindsight, I truly had some major issues with high expectations.  I loved to play soccer, however, entering high school I quit due to a strong dislike for a political science teacher at my school who also coached the high school team.  I really hated this man for reasons uncertain.  Jealousy, maybe?  His cocky attitude?  The know-it-all-superiority complex?  In all honesty, I can't recall the root of this hatred and I'm betting that a good guess would be he had personality characteristics I lacked and wished I had.  As far as that goes, that accounts for the extent of my physical activity pre-using and drinking.   As my addiction progressed, physical activity only appeared as a side effect of the intense emotional release I felt within the throngs of these epic trips and falls in some cases.  Originally, I wrote, in the "thralls" but having looked up the definition of "thralls" found that the word more fitting was "throngs."  Today, I finished reading the book Snow by Orhan Pamuk.  Therefore, I am feeling slightly inclined to be more wordy.  I liked the story, but as a review I read online said, it "lost it's grip" by the four hundredth page.  The author divulged too much background information of the factual credentials with personal accounts and evidence to the truthfulness of his story.  I am happy that I am able to look up words with the dictionary application on my phone rather than be restricted with a large, bulky dictionary impractical to carry all over the place.  The title of this entry, "logic, reasons and to top it off a crazy wave of emotion" came from the overall idea that as I become more coherent and thinking faster, I've wanted to tell someone every single little detail.  I've also realized that using Facebook status updates to rely this information grinding through my head and spitting it on onto the the news feed is just downright annoying to anyone but myself.   So logically, I made a decision that a blog was in order, the reasons were that I'd like to develop this thoughts into something more concrete.  As for the wave of crazy emotion, we are very moved by the sounds of music and as I set to the task of tonight's whatever we call this blogging business, I listened to Elements of Life by Tiesto overcome with a flushing thunderous flood of feeling only to realize that when we used to play some of this music, it seemed more epic.  Now it feels as though, like the book I finished, lost it's grip.   Not being all E'd up and molly'ed out, professing my love to anyone and everyone who'd listen took a bit of the luster away.  That's all, folks!  *Looney Tunes melody*