Echo

He and I are both Gemini’s.

The thing is, I always thought I would end up with a Taurus.

I want a Taurus.

The music was loud so he leaned in to talk in my ear as I put my hand gently on his back, the tight curve of his muscle that I wanted to taste, his heat. I could feel his temperature spike when I touched him, both of us so aware of our contact.

But what is there between us?

It’s not good, and I mean REALLY good, unless there’s something between us. Otherwise, it’s only about convenience and someone always gets hurt.

Interesting. When Ryan had contacted me on Facebook out of the blue, it was almost exactly a year ago.

Tonight I was sitting at home watching Netflix and suddenly I decided I HAD to go out. It was 11 at night. I ended up at the cowboy bar, and as soon as I walked in, I had a feeling I knew someone in the crowd.

I walked through but didn’t see anyone so I just took everything in. The band was awesome–country influence but they did a version of Billy Jean that segued into Whoomp There It Is (knowing all the lyrics was a rite of passage for me).

I saw this guy with a shaved head looking like he wanted to talk to me, but I ignored him like I was ignoring everyone else. I was watching a stocky Mexican guy with a crude fade getting Jack Daniels poured into his mouth as he lay prone in the dentist chair when the guy with a shaved head came up to me and asked, “Is your name Julia?” I said yes and looked into his eyes and at once recognized him.

“Ryan,” I said at the same time he said, “I think we went to high school together.”

I gave him a hug and it was so tight, so GOOD, like we were long lost friends when they truth was, we never really knew each other.

But I always remembered him; I was fascinated with him. Back up quarterback, in love with my softball teammate Courtney. When I found out years later through Facebook that he’s a Gemini, I wondered if that’s why I never forgot him. We had had a conversation on Facebook a few months ago. And here we were. It had been half a lifetime since we’d last seen each other.

We were both so different. He’d lost his hair since but I just wanted to rub his head. I wasn’t sure…what was ever between us? What did we possibly have in common except an intertwined past? An Anatomy class together?

It felt good to be with someone from my past. Shocking yet comfortable. If he had asked me to go home with him I probably would have against my best judgment. I really didn’t know if there was even anything between us, but it was the idea of having someone safe whose arms I could fall asleep in. I want, need that so badly.

He asked me repeatedly to message him and we would get a beer. Later he went back to his group and I saw him talking with a girl. Don’t know if they were together.

Later, as I was leaving, I saw a gorgeous brother, like a prizefighter with a fauxhawk in a white suit. Complete with handlers. I went up to him. Asked him if we’d met in Vegas. He said I looked really familiar. I pulled out this picture.

Is this you, I asked. He laughed. “This is unbelievable! That is me!”

I told him I’ve been showing people that picture and telling people he’s the biggest panther I ever caught.

He was so impressed we’d run into each other again. That was a random meeting 2 years ago. I asked if he was still in school to be a firefighter and he said he’s wrapping up in June. He can’t believe I remember that.

Of course I do. And it’s not lost on me that Ryan is a firefighter too. Two people from my past in one night. Two firefighters.

WTF.

Very few people are on my level.

When you burn a bridge, you better hope you never have to retreat.

This isn’t over.

When the time comes, you’ll know.

You can lie while looking someone dead in the eye?

I can smile like an angel just moments before I snap your neck and eat you.

You chose the wrong side, kid.

This isn’t over.

Smart people who make stupid decisions are essentially stupid people.

I will give you every opportunity to succeed but get ill in the head and bite the hand that feeds…we’ll see how you do out on your own. Just know, once you choose your own arrogance over the team, you’re on your own.

Icarus flew too close to the sun, melted his wings, and fell to his death. But he had to learn it himself.

I was in a meeting and this guy tells me they were working with a company but things didn’t work out and his left eye started twitching.

I wrote in my notebook, eye twitches when he’s hiding something.

I met with him today and he said they could have gone with a lot of other people but they went with us and his eye was twitching.

I knew he was lying. He was desperate.

We’re about to build a catchphrase. And turn it viral.

I am the anti-thesis of middle-aged white men. They rule the world? Well, here comes Batman. And she’s Asian.

Jerry’s purgatory is he has to listen to me talk about other guys.

I say what I mean so I have to be careful. The only way to control what I say is to control what I think.

A lot of pressure this week. It never stops. My first emotion waking up in the morning before total consciousness is a cold anxiety, that the reality I wake up to will contain a loss.

The other night I dreamed that I was back in Amsterdam. There were two little American girls there, maybe 13 and 11, and so I was giving them a tour. I realized something was different and it dawned on me they’d closed the coffee shops. I was sad. I was trying to show them this one place where I’d spent a lot of time thinking and writing, but it was now a middle-eastern bazaar. I wanted to show them a place where I had felt inspired.

I wish I could project the ideas and images inside me artistically. I can’t translate myself spatially. If I were to depict myself, it would be as a black knight, tearing it up in battle, a faceless, vicious, force of nature of near mythical proportions with a swift and merciless sword. Equally loved, revered, respected and feared, I have believers and I have enemies. I am bigger than I am.

But behind the scenes, when I withdraw and take off my armor and mask, I’m innocence. Vulnerable. Just a kid. I don’t understand this fury inside of me. People would be horrified to know what I really am, how vulnerable, particularly the ones who’ve tried to kill me. Or maybe the fact they don’t know is the only thing saving me. My spirit is a beast, my courage ignited by passion. But when I am alone, I am so quiet. My greatest despair…who can watch over me while I sleep.

New Warriors Intro:

Determination
Drive
Leadership
Passion
Mismanagement

I added that last one.

Yesterday I was thinking about Katrina and then Kanye West. I was walking by Bill’s cubicle so I leaned over and said, “George Bush doesn’t care about black people.” He said, “What?” and cracked up. I love making people laugh with randomness.

In one of my meetings today, this guy said Facebook’s goal is to have pages load within a hundredth of a millisecond because otherwise, people will click on something else.

On one hand, it’s scary how short our attention span is getting.

On the other, I was happy. All the jokes about me being a prime example that ADHD is real. I like to think I just adapted for the new world of information that’s emerging. I’m an example of the evolution.

All I need is 20% and one alliance and I have majority.

Yesterday the king said to me, now it’s time to start building your army.

That’s what I’ve been doing, I said.

I’m watching Fringe (barely paying attention because Anna Torv possessed by Leonard Nimoy is hard to digest for me) when she says, “Destiny. Fate. Jung called it synchronicity, the interconnectedness of apparently unrelated events…”

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity

Jung called it synchronicity, too? This blog is basically me logging and obsessing over synchronicities.

Plus my obsession with astrology and archetypes and its importance to understanding psychology, human development and actualization. In my stumblings, when I found that Jung explored the same, it helped me validate it. I’ve always felt a kinship to him. He was into spiritualism, where different beliefs and perspectives converged. The development of each individuals potential, perspective.

I never knew he called what I called synchronicities. But when I heard this tonight, it jolted me. Maybe I was Jung in a past life, I thought. And then I remember once, I had a very vivid dream…I was a man in 1800’s Europe (Austria, I thought) whose father was more working class, narrow-minded and didn’t get me, but I was an intellectual, though people did not accept my thoughts. I grew old and fainted one day walking up a slight incline of a cobblestoned road and basically my life ended. Faded away.

I looked him up and he died in a Swiss village called Kussnacht. I looked it up and got to this page:

http://www.hohlgassland.ch/

Cobblestone. Most of the population speaks German. I have an affinity to Germany. The landscape. The green. I call it heimat. Motherland.

Wtf.

Sometimes I feel like a dinosaur. There’s no loyalty anymore.