Post by Gjenrei on Nov 25, 2011 22:17:49 GMT -6
I'm a professional, really I am. I studied for years in the art of diplomacy, relations and languages so I would be able to interact with people. I pictured myself at a foreign embassy or the U.N., trying to foster peace and accordance among all the nations of the world. I know, they were lofty goals for some silly girl from the middle of the US, but they were my goals. My guidance counselor told me that I was on the fast track if I kept my grades up and applied myself. My friends told me I was being stupid, studying instead of hanging out with boys and trying to lose my V card to the coolest "guy" that week.
Typical high school life, y'know?
But, as all things do, it changed. I started working for my local mayor as an aide, to really get some experience in the world of politics, and after several ass grabs and oops I brushed your breasts accidents that I let go, it came to one late night where I was nearly raped that I realized I wanted to be around the right people, not just people. And so I quit, pretty much torpedoing my "political career" and leaving my future in limbo. [/i]
We're ready to seat you Miss, I understand that you have a table for 2?
Yes, he isn't here yet.
Would you like to wait?
No, He will be along shortly, thank you.
Right this way please.
I drifted around, doing things much like the woman in front of me. You know, waiting tables and all that jazz. And in that time, I met a man who was a wrestling promoter. He'd often hire wrestlers from other countries to perform, and lamented that he had nobody with the language skills to help them have a pleasant stay, and thus.. I found this career as a professional liason. Most of them treated me like I was a whore, always assuming they were gonna get laid. But.. not him...
I suppose that's why I asked him to this. I've become so used to being treated like a servant.. I want to know what he sees in me that makes him act the way he does...
I mainly just want to know.. who is Gjenrei? [/i]
The thing about you.. Mr. Davis. Your "problem" as it were, whether you take that as an insult or not is entirely up to you, is that you think so narrowly. You take a meaning, and apply it in the most specific sense you can think of, and then when you have a finished product, you either dismiss it, or embrace it. Sadly, the world is not so narrow, either in reality or sublimation.
Take, for example, this battlefield concept. You view a battlefield as a place where life and death is an acceptance. Where they are not just a possible outcome, but the expected outcome. And that if it is not so, the idea is lessened, the importance is lost. In your mind, if you cannot lose your most precious gift, then the idea of failure, isn't so bad.
Whereas in my mind, the idea of failure, is nonexistant.
Take for example, a game of cards. It could be between anybody, but the fact of the matter is, you have two opposing forces, within a realm of battle. Nobody will be killed from the outcome, but picture this.. if every time you faced an opposition with the price of failure was not being death, and you applied this lackluster attitude about it only being "nice" to win, then what happens? You become lethargic. You allow yourself to slip down past the point of being your best, and into comfortable survivability. Just think.. if you stood atop the mountain, holding the World title high, and someone came at you with absolutely less than everything they had... how would you feel?
You would be bitter and angry that I had the gall to take away the sweet taste of victory. For when the opposition does not try his best, what is the real pleasure in overcoming it? How can you take pride in your work paying off, if the person in front of you merely threw their arms into the air and surrendered?
That is what I thought.
You mentioned Samurai.. and that brings me to believe you know a little about the art of Bushido. I know that it is the name of a wrestler here, but it was also not only an attitude, it was a way of life. In those times, life had purpose. People did not live merely to survive, they accepted and understood that life in and of itself is a consumate struggle between forces.
The forces against self..
The forces against others..
The forces against the world...
A man did not insult another man's honor or courage simply because he is angry. Every man knew each word could cut like a katana, and each breath could be measured in seconds. They walked that edge, holding their head up high, because in the end a life worth giving up, was one worth living.
That is how I live. That is the difference between us.
You may talk about your best, but honestly, the words to me ring hollow. Once you admitted that this is not a battlefield, once you placed the ideals of victory and the future ahead of today, I can no longer accept your words as genuine. Call it what you will, that is simply how I see it. It is up to you to prove me wrong.
And prove me wrong you must, if you want your dreams as you see them to be more than they are. But that is something I must remove from you. Whether by pain or providence, submission or crushed ideals.. it is what I will do.
Enjoy your family, sir.
I am a professional. I live my life seeking the next challenge, whether it be in the ring or outside of it. I carry myself with pride at all times for doing what I think is right. But this.. this is a strain I could not ask for. When they informed me that Deanna would be my liason and translator, I informed them back that I spoke English and her services would not be required. But while her presence was a forced occurance in the beginning, I have come to think of her as just a part of this leg of my journey. Despite what she has placed me into, despite what she will place me into in the future, she has become a rather welcome sight.
This, however, I am not sure of.
There are borders better not crossed in certain lines of work. Emotions rise and fall, passions enflame and extinguish leaving little but regret and memories. What may feel right under the cold light of the moon, under the warm bedsheets, may feel empty and foreign under the light of the new sun. Such things are better left avoided altogether.
I know not why she invited me to this dinner. I have some speculations, but with her I can never be completely sure of anything. What I do know is that I am honor bound by my word.
Ah, you are...
So here I am. Listening to a hostess butcher my name.
Yes.. that is I.
Your lady friend is already seated, follow me please.
I follow her, towards a table where I see her sitting. Her attention is engrossed in her cellular phone, so there is an awkward pause in her features when I sit down. It comes from people seeing my face for the first time, I suppose. Though as her my contract with nCw, you, the audience, are prevented from seeing it.
You came...
Of course.
You're..
Yes.
Oh...
Not what you imagined, I take it?
No, it's just...
Better... a hundred times better. [/i]
Little intimidating is all.
Well, we are here.. shall we eat?
Yes, let's.
This is what I'm thankful for. [/i]
Typical high school life, y'know?
But, as all things do, it changed. I started working for my local mayor as an aide, to really get some experience in the world of politics, and after several ass grabs and oops I brushed your breasts accidents that I let go, it came to one late night where I was nearly raped that I realized I wanted to be around the right people, not just people. And so I quit, pretty much torpedoing my "political career" and leaving my future in limbo. [/i]
We're ready to seat you Miss, I understand that you have a table for 2?
Yes, he isn't here yet.
Would you like to wait?
No, He will be along shortly, thank you.
Right this way please.
I drifted around, doing things much like the woman in front of me. You know, waiting tables and all that jazz. And in that time, I met a man who was a wrestling promoter. He'd often hire wrestlers from other countries to perform, and lamented that he had nobody with the language skills to help them have a pleasant stay, and thus.. I found this career as a professional liason. Most of them treated me like I was a whore, always assuming they were gonna get laid. But.. not him...
I suppose that's why I asked him to this. I've become so used to being treated like a servant.. I want to know what he sees in me that makes him act the way he does...
I mainly just want to know.. who is Gjenrei? [/i]
The thing about you.. Mr. Davis. Your "problem" as it were, whether you take that as an insult or not is entirely up to you, is that you think so narrowly. You take a meaning, and apply it in the most specific sense you can think of, and then when you have a finished product, you either dismiss it, or embrace it. Sadly, the world is not so narrow, either in reality or sublimation.
Take, for example, this battlefield concept. You view a battlefield as a place where life and death is an acceptance. Where they are not just a possible outcome, but the expected outcome. And that if it is not so, the idea is lessened, the importance is lost. In your mind, if you cannot lose your most precious gift, then the idea of failure, isn't so bad.
Whereas in my mind, the idea of failure, is nonexistant.
Take for example, a game of cards. It could be between anybody, but the fact of the matter is, you have two opposing forces, within a realm of battle. Nobody will be killed from the outcome, but picture this.. if every time you faced an opposition with the price of failure was not being death, and you applied this lackluster attitude about it only being "nice" to win, then what happens? You become lethargic. You allow yourself to slip down past the point of being your best, and into comfortable survivability. Just think.. if you stood atop the mountain, holding the World title high, and someone came at you with absolutely less than everything they had... how would you feel?
You would be bitter and angry that I had the gall to take away the sweet taste of victory. For when the opposition does not try his best, what is the real pleasure in overcoming it? How can you take pride in your work paying off, if the person in front of you merely threw their arms into the air and surrendered?
That is what I thought.
You mentioned Samurai.. and that brings me to believe you know a little about the art of Bushido. I know that it is the name of a wrestler here, but it was also not only an attitude, it was a way of life. In those times, life had purpose. People did not live merely to survive, they accepted and understood that life in and of itself is a consumate struggle between forces.
The forces against self..
The forces against others..
The forces against the world...
A man did not insult another man's honor or courage simply because he is angry. Every man knew each word could cut like a katana, and each breath could be measured in seconds. They walked that edge, holding their head up high, because in the end a life worth giving up, was one worth living.
That is how I live. That is the difference between us.
You may talk about your best, but honestly, the words to me ring hollow. Once you admitted that this is not a battlefield, once you placed the ideals of victory and the future ahead of today, I can no longer accept your words as genuine. Call it what you will, that is simply how I see it. It is up to you to prove me wrong.
And prove me wrong you must, if you want your dreams as you see them to be more than they are. But that is something I must remove from you. Whether by pain or providence, submission or crushed ideals.. it is what I will do.
Enjoy your family, sir.
I am a professional. I live my life seeking the next challenge, whether it be in the ring or outside of it. I carry myself with pride at all times for doing what I think is right. But this.. this is a strain I could not ask for. When they informed me that Deanna would be my liason and translator, I informed them back that I spoke English and her services would not be required. But while her presence was a forced occurance in the beginning, I have come to think of her as just a part of this leg of my journey. Despite what she has placed me into, despite what she will place me into in the future, she has become a rather welcome sight.
This, however, I am not sure of.
There are borders better not crossed in certain lines of work. Emotions rise and fall, passions enflame and extinguish leaving little but regret and memories. What may feel right under the cold light of the moon, under the warm bedsheets, may feel empty and foreign under the light of the new sun. Such things are better left avoided altogether.
I know not why she invited me to this dinner. I have some speculations, but with her I can never be completely sure of anything. What I do know is that I am honor bound by my word.
Ah, you are...
So here I am. Listening to a hostess butcher my name.
Yes.. that is I.
Your lady friend is already seated, follow me please.
I follow her, towards a table where I see her sitting. Her attention is engrossed in her cellular phone, so there is an awkward pause in her features when I sit down. It comes from people seeing my face for the first time, I suppose. Though as her my contract with nCw, you, the audience, are prevented from seeing it.
You came...
Of course.
You're..
Yes.
Oh...
Not what you imagined, I take it?
No, it's just...
Better... a hundred times better. [/i]
Little intimidating is all.
Well, we are here.. shall we eat?
Yes, let's.
This is what I'm thankful for. [/i]
