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Rethinking things…

Recent conflicts has led me to do a lot of thinking… and after talking to pretty much everyone involved in “this”, I’ve come to the following conclusions: (a) People always have a valid reason for acting the way they do, (b) choosing a side before understanding the probable extent of one’s own actions isn’t a good idea, (c) when conflict stems from misunderstanding, the side with the most open mind will win.

There’s more that I learned of course, but I’m getting too tired to keep thinking coherently. Don’t be surprised if this starts to degenerate at some point, it is in fact a very late hour, and my mind’s been fried doing math for the past several hours. This high school conflict is so stupid… but I’ve realized that I could have done so much to avert the worst. Salvage and recovery is where things will have to go from here. But anyway, onto more important things.

Talking to the Great Victoria has made me realize some things, but not until long after, and with the catalyst of an awesome Korean movie called “The Classic”. I’ve compromised a lot lately, compromising knowingly, and unknowingly, values that I once held most important. I feel like I’m on a shaky bridge, not aware of where I’m headed, and always in danger of falling off… but haven’t I always wanted to fly? Ay… ay… tired… you know, had this been about… one year ago I might have listened to Jie jie, and taken the more conservative route. She’s right… I have changed, but I don’t think it’s as dangerous as she worries it might be. There is truth under all the flamboyancy, but I think I need to focus on the light, not the chandelier. And this light… there’s no way to see it until I let my eyes focus, setting my gaze deeper, into what matters in the end. Jie jie says that there is danger here… she may not be omnipotent but there’s realism to her words as well. All this compromising has put me in a very dangerous fate. Understand Etienne’s reasons for backing down, she had such admirable strength against the unhealthy. And
yes, she faces her own battles as well, as do we all.

I said once that above all else, attitude is what matters. But attitudes change, moods, circumstances, and time changes it. More important than attitude, I realize, is character. It changes and grows with time; where attitude was a moment, character adds the critical dimension of being into the equation. Character is what has been built from experiences and actions, and it will be what is carried into future situations, and in the long run, its what matters most. And then of course, there is personal change. The third derivative of attitude, but that’s one too far for us to judge. (And I thought I didn’t like calculus.)

Reasons alone can justify actions, but they cannot justify one’s being. The choices we make add up, becoming our character. And as they say, watch your character, for it becomes your destiny. Kai had something right in her decree that actions matter. That’s something I’ve realized that I need to think about. But not Squishy’s, but rather, myself. I’ve changed yes, but how? Now is a good time (lol—5:42 AM… “good time”… riiiight) to stop and take a look at the bridges crossed that I’ve left smoldering. No turning back? Nah, but I think I need to look ahead. I never thought of life as a river, but if I’m lazy enough, I might just let the current take me wherever it flows. The path I need to be on is uphill; the best paths are almost always uphill. And I think I’ve been falling for far too long.

So where have I been going? In spite of all the warnings calls and markers alongside the road, I still don’t have clear sight ahead. I’ve been warned of the potholes and filled shoulders, but the *lack* of signs along the path is also bothering me. Where are things going? Have I the audacity to keep going? Have I the prudence to hold back? Do I even have the wisdom to know which to push for? Only my character can tell, but like I said, this has been a time of change, and rather quickly so. It worries me only so long as I don’t know where I’m going. But I’m too lazy to find the triple integral.

I’d like to think that we’re all on the same boat. All shrouded in the same fog of war of our mutual conflict. We, seeing through our little portholes of life, are all blind. Yet the undercurrents of chaos still move us, probably in directions we don’t want to go. I think it’s time to get
over ourselves and just row forward.

A chase down University Ave

Ayyaaaa woooooow–groogggggy!!! ::rubs grogginess out of eyes::

I just woke up form my first nightmare-ish dream in months! I love how daytime nap can be so action packed and amazing in less than an hour! I don’t remember a HUGE portion of it, but the last five minutes are seared into my memory. I was Jack Bauer, and at someone else’s home probably protecting it, there was a golden retriever at the home, I was playing with it, when the doorbell rang. It was a sunny day, awesome to go outside in, but I wasn’t expecting any visitors.
I half-openned the door.

The dude was white, with long, pale blond hair. About 5’10” with a gray jacket, gray-blue eyes. “Are you ______?” (I couldn’t remember what he called me) “Yes,” I said–to which he instantly replied, “Thank you for your vehicle, sir!” and TOOK the car keys from the key rack by the door. (personal note, never put a key rack by the door).

This was trouble, that much I knew immediately. I picked up my cell phone (from a coffee table behind me) and kicked the door into his face, but for some reason, I felt incredibly weak and failed to knock him down. In the struggle that ensued, I managed to get the keys out of his hand, saw about eight armed guys in cars and motorcycles, in the road in front of the house. Needed to get out of there! Blondie didn’t cry out as I stomped on his body and got into my car (which was a blue Honda Odessey) and started the engine. Blondie scrampled up, just as I found the doorlock. “You’re not gonna get far Mr. Bauer.”

This didn’t seem an idle threat, he seemed very convinced. But I didn’t care, I backed a yard, and rolled over the lawn and got the car moving! Or at least as much as a minivan could get by the end of the cul-de-sac. The bikerboys got on their rides, and they were after me! Which way?! I didn’t know where I was or where I was going, but i had the distinct feeling that I was in southern Naperville. Large trees provided a canopy of shade, but just across the road (which read “University Ave”), large fields of tall green grass swayed in the pale golden sunlight. And the bikers were coming up fast. I got out of there.

Horrible acceleration on the minivan btw. Absolutely pitiful. I was stepping on the gas as hard as I could and waited a full 10 seconds to get to 50 MPH. I suppose I was more panicked than I am now I’m writing this because I remember barely being able to dial 9-1-1 before dropping the phone, and it was as straight road but something was nagging at me, saying that I was going the wrong way. I needed to turn the car around. The bikers and their cheap pickup was gaining in the rearview mirror. Up ahead, a road–much like 75th street was ahead. I needed to slow down to turn, but…

Getting closer… 400 ft… … 200 ft… 100…ah whatever! I slammed down the brakes, and made a WIDE angle, getting ready to make a big turn, praying that the stupid minivan wouldn’t go into a roll… JUST as I turned completley around, ONE biker dude sideswiped my car in a terrifyingly loud scraping of metal and glass…

That must have triggered my consciousness and I slowly regained control of my senses… the fear and sounds were still there, but I awoke and looked around. And was in Urbana once more…