It looks as though I will have to repeat Accelerated Algebra
again. Though it will not reflect on my
G.P.A, I do feel a small shiver when I think about the possible long-term
significance of what my inability to recall formulas may indicate. Before anyone goes all Vanilla Wafer™-in-milk on me, note what I am NOT
saying, and let that mean more than what I have about this class and my
academic career.
On the super-positive side of things, looks as though a cat
has found a job! I think that I will be
the weekend lobby picker-upper at a Burger King not far from the school. The only thing about getting the job is that
it means I won’t be spending that time around KT, but it is all good. I do plan on suffocating her, and the one
get-a-way that I did hope for while she was here, a trip to Adventureland in
Des Moines, I wanted to do during the week anyway. Speaking of which…
While it was a nameless place that I had told said to myself
was just a short ways over the river in Iowa, it was Nebraska
who sent me an e-mail with the name of the park and a link to some other
activities there and in Omaha as well.
It was bittersweet, with her providing the information so that KT and I
won’t have to look at ourselves while she was here, and that WE were not planning
to do anything together with our daughters.
Do I look back and wonder what I could have done differently that would
have altered the outcome of our relationship? I do, but in my mind, they don’t measure
greater than the sum of the things that I did do in the name of the progression
of a relationship between us.
There is so much about our approach to love that makes me
wonder if we were compatible or not. Sometimes
she loved me and at other times she was unsure.
One of the things at the very end that she clarified for me was that we
weren’t ever a couple and we barely were friends. Ouch.
I am not repeating those words to make her “look bad”, but
to point out how sometimes you can say the most incendiary things
off-handedly. And here is where our
approaches differ… I would not say anything of that nature unless I either
wanted to provoke or intended to end a relationship with a person. And to be perfectly honest, the former is an
indicator of the latter, meaning, if someone asks me if I wanted to be done
with them, then I do. Otherwise, I would
not have said something so inflammatory.
Women, particularly African-American women, have a tendency to “shoot
off at the mouth”, speaking out of emotion, and using their words as weapons.
Who knows how hurtful she planned on being when she made
that statement? I guess that she had
said things of that nature, if not made the exact same comment before, and I
did not take them to mean what they mean to me at this stage of our knowing
each other, isn’t a trick I played. I
did not purposely appear to be docile and understanding because I wanted to
sabotage our relationship and avoid the lion’s share of the blame. It is more that I claim to own my feelings
and emotions reservedly, and I don’t have to justify “why” something struck me
the way that it does, only acknowledge the feelings that they draw from me and
live with whatever consequence that my reaction demands.
Though unpredictability seems to reign in life, there are
still constants that until proven otherwise, must be upheld. The LHC and quantum theory is coming closer
and closer to undoing Einstein’s physics, but for small sectors of science,
Einstein is enough. Nothing can go
faster than the speed of light. Period,
end of story.
In human relations, there are similar rules that are near-immutable
truths, with maybe some quibbling on the details. For instance, I don’t know if you are a
friend to a person with a limit on your patience. For some reason that always has rubbed me the
wrong way, as I think it allows for “cliques within cliques” to form, a group
of friends who has an inner circle of friends, even as they are all supposedly “equal”. I think that is really a female thing, as
male hierarchy tends to run along lines of merit and ability. I know for me, I use what I call, “the first
among equals”, to justify to myself how I determine the order of those close to
me.
For over four years, Nebraska
held the spot of “first among equals”, relinquishing it briefly but gaining it
back. Our not being able to reach a
mutual understanding of how important we were to each other was definitely part
of our fail. My interpretation of what
constituted the “grit in the gears” of that problem stemmed on perception, how
we both looked at the same situation and saw something completely different. Pondering what did and did not happen between
us is what made the poem relevant to me on this day.
As I once self-described myself as “Ferdinand”, as I felt
that my character bore more than a slight resemblance that of “Ferdinand the
Bull”, I do make a point to appreciate the small joys in my life. That is part of why I have been nonchalant
about keepsakes and memories. To me, it
is like trying to keep time in a bottle, or animals in a zoo. No matter what you actually have in the glass
or behind cages is only a point of perception, and not the perception
itself. Though sometimes I am wistful
because others seem like they would have benefited from such things (only Skye ever seen me box… and the Carolina girls know of my
feats from their Mom’s first-hand experience), it never meant as much to
me. I don’t know if I would have
inspired anyone much more than I did my darling brother and our younger twin
sisters, but perhaps had things gone a bit differently, I may have been a
better guide for Skye, and who can say what I would have been to either KT or
Lexxie?
As this term of school draws to a close and the weather has
become post-card perfect, I wonder how things came to this way between Nebraska and me.
Dreaded hills or no, I rather enjoy pedaling around town and riding
through the scenic neighborhoods near my apartment. There is not a day that goes by that I am not
seized with a sensation of either wonderment or discovery, sometimes both at
once, as I pass a place that has not yet been catalogued in my mind because I
have either not passed it before, or have not yet passed it enough for it to become
a marker in my mind. The steep hills
here, which at one time would have been foreboding, are now just part of the
scenery, and the panting that I do at the top of them a reminder that I am
where I have always intended to be.
I thought that I would have made this a personal letter to
her and be done with it. But, as this is
my journal, and I do believe that the closure thing is overrated, figure to
leave well enough alone. But I somehow
think that these last few entries could be used as an object lesson for someone
who finds themselves twisting on the rack of love, at another’s mercies,
writhing in pain and confused at how this person could hurt them so. And while I should not say that Nebraska tortured me or anything like that, as I did
not sense that my anguish rose above normal, but a lot of that owes a large
part to my sense of self. A person can
only do what you allow them to do. And I
always would want to know “what’s my motivation?” If I had been told “why”, then I would have
found a “how”. I simply never knew “why”
I was feeling the way that I did when it came to Nebraska
and mine relationship.
3 comments:
I wouldn't worry about having to repeat the math class-the lab tech that helped me get through my Cisco class this last semester(who was also in the same class) had to repeat his algebra class three times...if it wasn't for my wife, I most likely would have had to repeat it more than a few times.
Sorry about the class, Mark, but at least you get the opportunity to repeat it. Good for you for getting a job; its a start, right? I am sorry about your relationship with Nebraska; I'm not good about figuring out what went wrong, what went right, but I know there could be sadness in the realization when one realizes what they might want is not meant to be.
betty
Glad to hear about the job. Just keep being you, nothing else matters :o)
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