Oh. I forgot - I wanted to ask about the answers to my prayers for all those that asked for prayer. If there's any way to prove to anyone G-d exists, it's through answered prayers. Guess it's been a few months - but I'm still curious. I think because the prayers were answered, I was banned. Could be wrong - but look who should be afraid. Very afraid.
Oh, I thought you were away because you were on a praying marathon and wouldn't be back until they were answered. Well I don't know if this is the answer to my prayers, or proves there is a God, but I'll tell you what happened to me since you left. January, right? Words in parenthesis are my thoughts now.
Jan 8.
Shaun is pissed with me. Paige is worried. I feel terrible... I can't help but tell the "inconvenient truth". (I don't remember what that is.)
Jan 9-10.
Some things I realized:
- to be able to do something I normally wouldn't have is a sign of love
- that being said, I have to choose between music and a special person... or do I?
- There is science and art in everything. Does this mean that we are obliged to follow a certain way or law? Or are we all born to be free? Why do people limit themselves like they do?
- Can I still make up for past mistakes? ... Consider the "old dog" saying. Consider Raul's reasoning.
Jan 20.
Raindrop prelude. I will play it for him, and then die. For which is a bigger fantasy - my love for him, or my love for music? How dare I say, I love this, and not practice it for days in a row?
Feb 6. (My will, written on the back of my diary)
If you're reading this, I must be dead, literally or figuratively... Nobody wants to be unwanted... But I am not alone. On the contrary. There are many people like me... trying to live normal lives, will never know what it means to pursue their dreams... and be truly happy... The only way would be to destroy the society that keeps this potential locked up... I am not strong enough... It would require someone truly gifted, a genius maybe, who has transcended all fear... For all my life, I've tried to survive the outside world while being true to myself. Now I can't, and I lost the battle...
I am Jack's wasted life. If I had been less nice, not a sellout or a pushover, I would be able to do what I want.
Feb 6. (quotes from Fight Club)
"You have to consider the possibility that G-d does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you... This is not the worst thing that can happen... We don't need Him!... We are G-d's unwanted children? So be it!"
Feb 11. (from the back of my diary)
Please. Don't settle for anything less than true love.
After this, I've been going to my counselor and a bunch of doctors, and found little time to write anything. We ruled out neurological problems first, then went to a psychiatrist who prescribed some meds, I've had them for only 3 weeks; I haven't met him for a month now. That is because, right after the tests ruling out neuro, I was suffering from vertigo and had to see an ENT doctor about it. It was an ear problem, it eventually cleared up but she had me take a hearing test.
The result of the hearing test is that my ears have a big discrepancy in hearing. The doctor told us there may be a tumor around that area of the brain, and I should get an MRI to check. MRI done, no tumor. I had hoped for one. I hoped to die, and expected to. The hospital with the MRI was the one my late godfather interned in, and where my grand-aunt would get her check-ups.
It felt like a sort of premonition, since 3 dead relatives were mentioned that day, on top of that, there was a grand piano for sale in the lobby. For sale but no details on the brand and model, and it's locked so no one can try it. I thought of playing piano in my next life. Of starting very early and playing really well. I will be my loved one's student, and we will feel very familiar with each other. I thought of leaving all my possessions in his care and discretion. I gave him a letter explaining my will.
All this... and I am not dead...