Thursday 20 April 2017

Smattered and Scattered

Hey Rhys. It's been a bit a shit time lately let me tell you. Actually I am going to tell you all about it, mostly to make myself feel better, but if you don’t have time for it you can skip all the black text and head straight for the green stuff. And Sal, you wanted some more of my feelings on here, so here you go. Be careful what you wish for I guess.

So I've been staying up really late trying to open up the files for the video log, so that I could translate and then upload them. The good news is that I've FINALLY managed to do it, they’re converting now and as soon as they’re done I’ll be putting them up in the next post. The bad news is that because I’ve been staying up so late trying to open up these video files, 
I accidentally fell sleep in Excavation prac and broke a mineral extraction machine. I only closed my eyes for what I thought was a second, but apparently it was enough for the machine to run too long, and the mechanisms to get all gummed up with substrate and now it has to be taken apart and cleaned. I got yelled at in front of everyone, and now I have to go to a make up class after dinner because there were parts of the prac I couldn’t do without my machine. My prac partner was so mad at me, I had to excuse myself so I could go to the toilets to cry. It was so awful. I know that it all doesn’t seem like such a big thing, especially considering what is happening with you and your love right now. I guess it turns out I’m still pretty young and fragile and silly things still matter a lot to me. And this isn’t even the half of it. 

The second shit thing that happened was that I passed V in the hall the yesterday. Even though this is a pretty big station, I still have to remember to take the longer inside track to Botany, otherwise I'll most likely run into her during change over. It’s kind of funny because I actually used to really look forward to seeing her then, it was probably one of the best parts of my day. We started doing this thing that we'd read about in Ancient Earth history called hand written notes. We don't use paper though because, no offence, but paper is such a terrible waste of resources. Instead we found these trees that have these big broad leaves that are kind of the same size as the pictures of the paper notes, and V and I both take Botany separately so we would steal them off the trees two at a time whenever our teachers were distracted. Our hands aren't really made to hold instruments for handwriting, not like yours are anyway, and we never figured out how to make the letters look how they should when we type them. But eventually we got to learn what our scrappy-almost letters stood for, it was kind of like having our own secret code. I still remember how I felt getting my first letter from V and actually being able read it. Kind of like when I found those first scraps of your communications. Like having something bright and warm drip through me, make tracks into my centre and settle there for a bit.
Anyway, every day we would meet by the fern seedling tanks and exchange our leaf notes with all of the things we'd wanted to tell each other during class, written out in our bad-handwriting code. Usually we'd just write about what was going on in class, about the people we liked the teachers we thought were boring, what we were hoping would be on for dinner. But sometimes we would write secrets, in post script at the bottom, in our scrappiest writing so no one would be able to guess. Secrets and dreams sometimes. I told her about pairing with X in one of these notes.

Urgh. Thinking about this now makes me feel all heavy and wrong, like someone's messing around with what I'm made of. I'm sick of my feelings turning my insides all thick and sticky and gross.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. Sorry. I am so scattered today.

So. I came out of Excavation prac real spaced out and shaken up, so much that I forgot to change tracks on my way to Botany and ended up taking the one that goes right past the seedling tanks where V and I used to meet. And V was just standing there like she always had, like she was waiting to meet someone, fern seedlings floating lazy green behind her head. It wasn’t until she looked up from her feet that I realised she was waiting for me, and I couldn’t help it, I just burst into tears. I don't know if she saw before they hit my skin and I could reabsorbed them, but she definitely caught my gaze before I could turn around.

Anyway, things got real sad and weird after that, and I’m still trying to figure out how to feel, but this is kind of how our conversation went.

V: "Hey, T, can we talk please?"
Me:  pretends not to hear her and tries to keep on following the track
V:"T! Please!" V grabs my elbow
Me: "I don't really want to thanks V"
V: "But I've waited for you here so many times. This is the first time you've come by."
Me: "Yeah I know that. I've been avoiding the outside track on purpose."
V: gives me this look that almost makes me cry again but I keep it together this time.
V: Why would you do that?
Me: "Why do you think V?" And at this point I'm starting to get real pissed off because surely V knows what I'm talking about, or at least she should know, but then again it is sometimes difficult to tell with her.
V: "But you haven't given me a chance to explain what happened."
Me:"Yeah well maybe I don't want to."
V: "But that doesn't make any sense."
Me:"Too bad V. You don't get to decide how I feel or what I do about it."
V: "Okay yeah, fair enough."
Me: starts to turn away to head back up to Botany.
V: "X was meant to tell you, T. He was meant to ask."
Me: stops in my tracks.
V: "We argued about it for ages. I wanted to be the one to ask, I almost wrote it in a post script, in one of our notes! But he was so sure it had to be him.
Me: "Ask what V?"
V: I don't know why I believed that he might know you better than I do. It should've been me. There's no way I wouldn't have asked first.
Me: Asked me what V?"
V: "To be a unit. The three of us. You, me and X."
Me: silence
V: "He told me that you’d already discussed it. He said that you were fine with it, that you were excited even, that it would be fine. I don't know why he lied. I don't know why I didn't check with you. I just - I don't know. I'm sorry.”

Thinking about it now, I realise I should’ve stayed to talk it out with her properly.  But it was all too much too quickly, and I was already late to Botany. Not that I had much luck paying attention. And I need to do well in Botany. But I couldn't even concentrate. Fuck. A fucking unit. How dare he use that as an excuse? I can still hear her burst into tears in my head as I turned and walked away.


Anyway. My terminal just made the sound which means, my files are done, I’m going to listen back again to them and put them up here. I almost feel like if I take on any more feelings I might implode, but maybe drowning myself in someone else’s will help push my own to the side and I can finally have a bit of peace.