Quest 223
Well, we're two days into October, now, and we haven't had a curse yet.
Perhaps it's just asking for trouble, saying that. But I seem to recall thinking the same thing last year, too--that the month started off quietly, without any curses to speak of, and I remember wondering if that might be a sign that it was going to be an easy month, after all. But now I rather wonder if all Octobers will start out this way, with a great deal of trouble to usher it in right at the end of September, and then a few days of quiet at the very beginning before everything gets awful again. Last year in September, there was all that trouble with the prison exploding--which means it's been sunken beneath the lake for a year now. It's a little strange to think it's been gone all this time, really. And horrible to think what they did to the people there-- And this year it was a boat--or an ark, rather--and now that's been sunken, too, and by a whale of all things.
Ugh. At least it didn't eat me this time.
I remember I wasn't one of the ones taken for that prison curse. Some of my friends were, but I wasn't. And I remember wondering over and over again why it was that things had turned out that way, why they'd been put into that mess and I wasn't. Dr. Chase said it was something to do with surviving and guilt--"survivor's guilt", I think it must've been. I just remember feeling terrible because I hadn't done more to help when people were in trouble.
But I suppose it's always easier to look back on things and see what we ought to have done differently, isn't it? Just like it's easy to forget that looking back on something and regretting the choices we made at the time won't solve anything at all. What matters is learning from a mistake, and trying hard not to make it again, and hoping that the next time something horrible happens, you'll have the wisdom and experience and good sense to get through it without making mistakes.
This time, on the ark, I was one of the ones that ended up there. And as horrible as it was, for those hours we spent in the rain and the water and on the beach after we were wrecked...I still think it was the right decision to go. At least that way, I knew I was with the people I care about, and even if there were to be danger, at least that way we'd be together in facing it. Isn't it better to take that sort of risk for the sake of saving others, even if it'd be safer for yourself in staying home?
They're difficult questions, I think. But October is the sort of month that begs them.
But in any case. On the bright side of things, at least the Warehouse managed to come out of things reasonably safe and dry. Prince weathered the storm perfectly fine, and Snowdrop is all dried out now, though I don't think she'll soon forgive me for that swim we took the other day. I meant to go check Blue's old apartment yesterday, too, but I ended up staying under a pile of covers all day, keeping warm instead. So perhaps I'll go today, and see how that made out.
...Or perhaps I'll go tomorrow, and stay under my covers all day again, today.
Perhaps it's just asking for trouble, saying that. But I seem to recall thinking the same thing last year, too--that the month started off quietly, without any curses to speak of, and I remember wondering if that might be a sign that it was going to be an easy month, after all. But now I rather wonder if all Octobers will start out this way, with a great deal of trouble to usher it in right at the end of September, and then a few days of quiet at the very beginning before everything gets awful again. Last year in September, there was all that trouble with the prison exploding--which means it's been sunken beneath the lake for a year now. It's a little strange to think it's been gone all this time, really. And horrible to think what they did to the people there-- And this year it was a boat--or an ark, rather--and now that's been sunken, too, and by a whale of all things.
Ugh. At least it didn't eat me this time.
I remember I wasn't one of the ones taken for that prison curse. Some of my friends were, but I wasn't. And I remember wondering over and over again why it was that things had turned out that way, why they'd been put into that mess and I wasn't. Dr. Chase said it was something to do with surviving and guilt--"survivor's guilt", I think it must've been. I just remember feeling terrible because I hadn't done more to help when people were in trouble.
But I suppose it's always easier to look back on things and see what we ought to have done differently, isn't it? Just like it's easy to forget that looking back on something and regretting the choices we made at the time won't solve anything at all. What matters is learning from a mistake, and trying hard not to make it again, and hoping that the next time something horrible happens, you'll have the wisdom and experience and good sense to get through it without making mistakes.
This time, on the ark, I was one of the ones that ended up there. And as horrible as it was, for those hours we spent in the rain and the water and on the beach after we were wrecked...I still think it was the right decision to go. At least that way, I knew I was with the people I care about, and even if there were to be danger, at least that way we'd be together in facing it. Isn't it better to take that sort of risk for the sake of saving others, even if it'd be safer for yourself in staying home?
They're difficult questions, I think. But October is the sort of month that begs them.
But in any case. On the bright side of things, at least the Warehouse managed to come out of things reasonably safe and dry. Prince weathered the storm perfectly fine, and Snowdrop is all dried out now, though I don't think she'll soon forgive me for that swim we took the other day. I meant to go check Blue's old apartment yesterday, too, but I ended up staying under a pile of covers all day, keeping warm instead. So perhaps I'll go today, and see how that made out.
...Or perhaps I'll go tomorrow, and stay under my covers all day again, today.