What does Edison think about his new "friends"?
Aug 16, 2018 20:11:38 GMT -8
Post by plusx2a on Aug 16, 2018 20:11:38 GMT -8
Personal diary entry Edison Cornwall
August 16, 2018 2:47 a.m.
It would appear that I have fallen victim to the Chinese curse of living in “interesting” times. In the past few days I have been nearly blown up twice, been witness to the aftermath of a brutal murder and have managed to survive a fight with another group of X enhanced individuals. I can remember a time in the not so distant past where my main concerns were my research and the occasional paper cut. That has all changed once I became involved with Faiza, Colleen and Simon or as I like to call them, the borderline sociopath, the cynical folk singer and the naive constable, respectively.
Faiza is foul mouthed, intense, assertive, wrathful, powerful and at times, brutal. What she lacks in empathy she makes up for in generosity and a kind of loyalty that is buried deep within a veneer of cold indifference. I can actually hear my mother’s voice saying, “How Bourgeoisie”. There is more to her than what is on the surface though. I have to say it dose pique my curiosity, but then again, what doesn’t.
I have to say that I would have written her off earlier if it weren’t for the fact that I am somewhat guilty of the same crime to a certain extent. I have little patience for people and am often dismissive of them if I do not judge them to be my “peer”. This prideful and aristocratic behavior is shameful and I can see that now. I guess I owe her a measure for that. I am beginning to see the value of socialization, if for nothing more than to serve as a mirror by which to judge one’s own self. With all this personal growth I am still loath to tell her that she managed to humble me in any way. Prideful.
I think I will try to be kinder to my new graduate student. She seems quite talented with a level of dedication that I dare say reminds me of myself. The Major General once said, “Son, on Monday, go out and make someone believe in you. On Friday, go out and make someone believe in themselves. After that, think on which of those two tasks made you a better leader. You see, you can only accomplish so much by making people believe in you, but when you make them believe in themselves, they will follow you into hell.” Of course he was talking to my brother, but the message still lives within me.
I don’t know what to make of Coleen. I do not know what I have said or done, but she does not seem to like me much. She is very much the antithesis to my thesis and seems to have nothing but disdain for my process and what it can contribute.
Yet, through her I am beginning to understand the obscene amount of privilege I was born into. She was terrified to even enter the estate, almost as if she might catch something by simply touching a chair. Has she been so victimized by those of privilege that even their trappings make her uncomfortable? My struggle with understanding social queues may be more to blame. I suppose it’s easy to use classism as an excuse, but until she deems fit to tell me what I have done, I can only go on supposition.
She seems to be “cause” motivated and is very much committed to the X cause. She and I may have some very different opinions on how to handle the current situation, but her ideas come from a life of uncertainty and persecution. I, on the other hand was offered every protection and privilege imaginable. She is very suspicious of “normals” and maybe rightfully so. I have to say that her and Faiza’s revelation about the Bishop gives me pause.
She is a fine musician as well. I have always envied the creative mind. For all my faculties I feel I have always had a difficulty with creativity. I have memorized all the sheet music in the house, but if I were to try to write a song, I feel that it would be a miserable exercise with an even more miserable result. Everything comes so easy to me that when presented with something challenging it begins to trigger a fight or flight response. Being an empath, perhaps she senses my insecurity and it is that very thing which is souring her towards me. None the less, I have laid out an olive branch and attempted to create a connection. I hope that it bears fruit. Currently, I can use all the allies I can get.
Constable Guthrie is a fine gentleman and a committed public servant. I have to admit that I owe Coleen and Simon an apology. I made some assumptions about their relationship that cause no small amount of discomfort. I will make sure to address it in the morning. I am hoping that this was not the reason why the good constable decided to remove himself from the gathering in the conservatory. Or maybe he just doesn’t play an instrument. It would pain me if it were so on either account. I genuinely like Simon. The way he threw himself at that beast outside the warehouse in Coleen’s defense made it very obvious to me that he cares deeply for the young woman. This kind of thing is a complete mystery to me and therefore did not have enough relevant data to create a stable hypothesis. How uncharacteristically unscientific of me.
He seems a good and decent fellow, but I would have assumed a bit more of a suspicious nature coming from someone in law enforcement. To have maintained such a positive attitude when constantly confronted with the worst humanity has to offer is actually more than a bit endearing. So much so that even Faiza seems to show some affection towards him. Usually she is as cold as the metal she manipulates so well. I fear for him on many fronts, professionally, romantically and physically. He seems to have a lot at stake and is handling it with an outstanding amount of character. It would seem logical to me that there will come a time when the constable will have to make some hard choices on who he wants to be and what he wants to serve. I wish him luck in that.
Just in case I have instructed Mr. Habersham to ready the Webley and the Vickers in storage. I fear that I am becoming increasingly paranoid, which comes from a lack of understanding what I am up against. Fear makes a man do foolish things. I hope none of us fall victim to that idiom.
August 16, 2018 2:47 a.m.
It would appear that I have fallen victim to the Chinese curse of living in “interesting” times. In the past few days I have been nearly blown up twice, been witness to the aftermath of a brutal murder and have managed to survive a fight with another group of X enhanced individuals. I can remember a time in the not so distant past where my main concerns were my research and the occasional paper cut. That has all changed once I became involved with Faiza, Colleen and Simon or as I like to call them, the borderline sociopath, the cynical folk singer and the naive constable, respectively.
Faiza is foul mouthed, intense, assertive, wrathful, powerful and at times, brutal. What she lacks in empathy she makes up for in generosity and a kind of loyalty that is buried deep within a veneer of cold indifference. I can actually hear my mother’s voice saying, “How Bourgeoisie”. There is more to her than what is on the surface though. I have to say it dose pique my curiosity, but then again, what doesn’t.
I have to say that I would have written her off earlier if it weren’t for the fact that I am somewhat guilty of the same crime to a certain extent. I have little patience for people and am often dismissive of them if I do not judge them to be my “peer”. This prideful and aristocratic behavior is shameful and I can see that now. I guess I owe her a measure for that. I am beginning to see the value of socialization, if for nothing more than to serve as a mirror by which to judge one’s own self. With all this personal growth I am still loath to tell her that she managed to humble me in any way. Prideful.
I think I will try to be kinder to my new graduate student. She seems quite talented with a level of dedication that I dare say reminds me of myself. The Major General once said, “Son, on Monday, go out and make someone believe in you. On Friday, go out and make someone believe in themselves. After that, think on which of those two tasks made you a better leader. You see, you can only accomplish so much by making people believe in you, but when you make them believe in themselves, they will follow you into hell.” Of course he was talking to my brother, but the message still lives within me.
I don’t know what to make of Coleen. I do not know what I have said or done, but she does not seem to like me much. She is very much the antithesis to my thesis and seems to have nothing but disdain for my process and what it can contribute.
Yet, through her I am beginning to understand the obscene amount of privilege I was born into. She was terrified to even enter the estate, almost as if she might catch something by simply touching a chair. Has she been so victimized by those of privilege that even their trappings make her uncomfortable? My struggle with understanding social queues may be more to blame. I suppose it’s easy to use classism as an excuse, but until she deems fit to tell me what I have done, I can only go on supposition.
She seems to be “cause” motivated and is very much committed to the X cause. She and I may have some very different opinions on how to handle the current situation, but her ideas come from a life of uncertainty and persecution. I, on the other hand was offered every protection and privilege imaginable. She is very suspicious of “normals” and maybe rightfully so. I have to say that her and Faiza’s revelation about the Bishop gives me pause.
She is a fine musician as well. I have always envied the creative mind. For all my faculties I feel I have always had a difficulty with creativity. I have memorized all the sheet music in the house, but if I were to try to write a song, I feel that it would be a miserable exercise with an even more miserable result. Everything comes so easy to me that when presented with something challenging it begins to trigger a fight or flight response. Being an empath, perhaps she senses my insecurity and it is that very thing which is souring her towards me. None the less, I have laid out an olive branch and attempted to create a connection. I hope that it bears fruit. Currently, I can use all the allies I can get.
Constable Guthrie is a fine gentleman and a committed public servant. I have to admit that I owe Coleen and Simon an apology. I made some assumptions about their relationship that cause no small amount of discomfort. I will make sure to address it in the morning. I am hoping that this was not the reason why the good constable decided to remove himself from the gathering in the conservatory. Or maybe he just doesn’t play an instrument. It would pain me if it were so on either account. I genuinely like Simon. The way he threw himself at that beast outside the warehouse in Coleen’s defense made it very obvious to me that he cares deeply for the young woman. This kind of thing is a complete mystery to me and therefore did not have enough relevant data to create a stable hypothesis. How uncharacteristically unscientific of me.
He seems a good and decent fellow, but I would have assumed a bit more of a suspicious nature coming from someone in law enforcement. To have maintained such a positive attitude when constantly confronted with the worst humanity has to offer is actually more than a bit endearing. So much so that even Faiza seems to show some affection towards him. Usually she is as cold as the metal she manipulates so well. I fear for him on many fronts, professionally, romantically and physically. He seems to have a lot at stake and is handling it with an outstanding amount of character. It would seem logical to me that there will come a time when the constable will have to make some hard choices on who he wants to be and what he wants to serve. I wish him luck in that.
Just in case I have instructed Mr. Habersham to ready the Webley and the Vickers in storage. I fear that I am becoming increasingly paranoid, which comes from a lack of understanding what I am up against. Fear makes a man do foolish things. I hope none of us fall victim to that idiom.