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Ow. Ow. Ow...
Aug. 12th, 2001 10:10 amWell, I'm gabberflasted. I guess I keep forgetting how much this stuff translates into the physical. Psychic battery translates into feeling like you've just gone three rounds with Rocky Balboa? Huh.
To explain - I was getting sick and tired of whatever the hell it was that tagged me in Monterey adding to my other problems. While on some level I sometimes wonder whether those around me might be better off without having to deal with me, this stupid thing actually believes that. Or at least, wants me to. And while I'm having an easier time with defensive work - I may have run from Ryu and Lily all those months ago but I did refrain from, say, vacating Mamoru's car in the middle of traffic or, in one memorable case, off a local bridge - it's very tiring and it can't last forever.
So, in brief, I decided to take the fight onto its turf. I didn't get anywhere with it - nor did I have anything but the slightest hope that I would - but I guess I got sick of only being on my guard. If there was a remote chance I could get it to back off, at least for a little while, I was going to take it. Let's just say negotiations broke down at some point. I wonder if it's possible to bring weapons on that plane with you, or if they are as you need them.
I know, I know, Ryu will kill me for this ... or at least facepalm and give me that look when next he can actually access this journal site ... and maybe it was some kind of lure but at least I got out of it alive and with little more than ... well, this is approximately how I felt after getting trampled nearly to death at the Deftones gig I once attended, so maybe I shouldn't say 'little'.
And okay, maybe I wasn't all that sure about my chances. I left a note so that no one would panic if things went wrong. It never got spotted and this is probably a good thing, because it's proved unnecessary. I'm up, I'm sane, I'm me insofar as I can tell, and I don't think it's going to get any worse, at least...
Thessaly
To explain - I was getting sick and tired of whatever the hell it was that tagged me in Monterey adding to my other problems. While on some level I sometimes wonder whether those around me might be better off without having to deal with me, this stupid thing actually believes that. Or at least, wants me to. And while I'm having an easier time with defensive work - I may have run from Ryu and Lily all those months ago but I did refrain from, say, vacating Mamoru's car in the middle of traffic or, in one memorable case, off a local bridge - it's very tiring and it can't last forever.
So, in brief, I decided to take the fight onto its turf. I didn't get anywhere with it - nor did I have anything but the slightest hope that I would - but I guess I got sick of only being on my guard. If there was a remote chance I could get it to back off, at least for a little while, I was going to take it. Let's just say negotiations broke down at some point. I wonder if it's possible to bring weapons on that plane with you, or if they are as you need them.
I know, I know, Ryu will kill me for this ... or at least facepalm and give me that look when next he can actually access this journal site ... and maybe it was some kind of lure but at least I got out of it alive and with little more than ... well, this is approximately how I felt after getting trampled nearly to death at the Deftones gig I once attended, so maybe I shouldn't say 'little'.
And okay, maybe I wasn't all that sure about my chances. I left a note so that no one would panic if things went wrong. It never got spotted and this is probably a good thing, because it's proved unnecessary. I'm up, I'm sane, I'm me insofar as I can tell, and I don't think it's going to get any worse, at least...
Thessaly
