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Saturday, April 28, 2007

  • Connections

    Connections

    I went running a few days' back.  Gasp.  I know... I broke my record of not running for the past 6 years.  But I actually felt like it. And when I was running, I started thinking about connections.  Yuan fen.  That mysterious force / destiny that brings some people together in friendships, relations, and what maintains those ties.  I've been wondering about this lately because I have discovered that I cling to connections that I guess are no longer there.  That my perception of the strength of a connection is perhaps a bit overly exaggerated.  I will still think very often of a person with nostalgic fondness and maybe send out an email or a call; then, often, I just have to remind myself of the reality of the situation when the response back lacks the same mutual care that I'd imagined was still there.

    I started wondering... Does someone have to be physically present to maintain a real connection?  Do you have to constantly live in the presence of their voice, their three-dimensionality, their certain nearly undetectable "personal smell," heck - even their unconscious sloughing off of hormones - to maintain a relationship?  If we think of man as a biological machine - input / process / output in an action - maybe we do.  And perhaps my skeptical, scientific side agrees with this...  Until they can send your personal hormones over the telephone, or make a Jo-flavored ice cream, I find it hard to believe that a true connection can truly persist in -most- peoples' minds without at least the sporadic physical reminder of their presence. 

    But I want to believe it's possible.  I think that the answer to this question depends on whether you believe 1) man is primarily a biological entity and the soul an illusion, or 2) if you believe that reality resides in the soul and the physical is only, as Blake said, the way our soul experiences the current world.  If 1), connections seem fleeting, restrained by maximum physical distances and time.  And, for me, it seems to shed connections in a darker, Darwinian/evolutionary biology light.  Connections are maintained to secure your own advantage, although this motive may lie deep under the surface If 2), however, then true connections are souls touching souls, they are events on the level of essence and each leaves its mark on the other.

    I want to believe the latter is true, but my experience lately has shown me that the people I really felt that I had a special connection with now have become distant and far away, both literally and figuratively.  I miss them so much; sometimes, their absence hits me in the middle of something routine, reminding me of how balanced, full, and happy I felt in their presence.  And how that contrasts to now.  But... I don't thinking the "missing" is mutual, persay.  Which is what got me thinking about all this.  Why can others move on and I can't?  Is it because I have a more vivid imagination, and so therefore can recapture them before my mind's eye better than they can?   That even though they are not really with me right now, I somehow recapture their presence by replaying their mannerisms in my mind?  Is it because I often value and remember the intellectual exchange I have had with a person more than their physical presence?  That I remember the things they said and how their thoughts synergized with mine more than they remember our conversations? 

    Or.  Perhaps it's all those things.  But, in one specific case, it is probably... lack of closure.  Regrets that I wasn't honest about how I felt.  Left again with "what if."  I seem to consistently do that, despite telling myself I would never repeat that mistake again.  Perhaps.  Or.  Maybe it wasn't a "real" connection, in terms of no. 2.  In which case, I don't believe in no. 2, because that connection felt real -as real as anything has- to me. 

    Blahbidiblah.

    ...Cure song comes to mind.
    "I miss you I miss you I miss you so much
    But how many times can I walk away and wish 'If only...'
    But how many times can I talk this way and wish 'If only...'"

    Rightio... well, on that chipper note, I will end my humanities-major indulgence and go to bed to return as the typical pre-med tomo... har.

    Well, no, let's end with Joni Mitchell:
    I remember that time that you told me, you said
    "Love is touching souls"
    Surely you touched mine
    'cause part of you pours out of me
    In these lines from time to time...

    Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
    And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet.
    And I could drink a case of you
    And I'd still be on my feet...

Friday, April 27, 2007

Thursday, April 26, 2007

  • Haha.
    I left work late today - around 9 pm.
    I stepped outside to see to my relief that it wasn't raining yet; it felt damp and pregnant with humidity, but no rain.  I thought, What are the chances it'll rain in the next 20 mins it takes me to walk home?  Nah... not much...
    So I started walking and, sure enough, six minutes later - WHOOSH.  A few minutes of a very heavy downpour, then a more reasonable shower.  Luckily, I'd brought along my lab coat b/c I had forgotten my coat this morning and my short sleeves were no longer appropriate the sudden downturn in the weather.  So there I was, walking up Cedar, using a white laboratory coat as an umbrella, grumbling about "just my luck..."  After I grumbled awhile, I started wondering, Why the heck am I grumbling about this so much??  The rain wasn't cold and clammy; it was warm - at least when walking at a brisk pace - and there was something oddly comforting about plunging forward into the droplets while sheltered under the canopy of my lab coat.  Suddenly, I found myself enjoying the fact that I am limited - that as much as I can control of my day to day life, no matter how much I can schedule my life in order to maximize efficiency, I cannot really control every aspect, every detail.  If it's going to rain, it's going to rain.  "Duh,"I know, the universe doesn't revolve around me, but that meant something to me today.  That sometimes it is best to accept, submit, and be humbled... but simultaneously to enjoy and appreciate.   To realize that the minutiae of day to day life pales in comparison to the sublime experience of a rain shower.  And I mean sublime in the turn of the century British literary context - the sublime which is awesome, possibly intimidating, but which brings you closer to the awesome presence of God... which humbles you, reminds you of your limited humanity, the smallness of the sphere in which you circulate in this great, expansive universe. 

    It's something to be reminded of, especially in our individualistic, self-governing society today.  Society makes it seem that each person is his or her own god - that he/she is guided by his/her own ideas, concepts.  There isn't that adherence and submission to a set of standardized guidelines as perhaps in earlier society.  This often gives people a certain hubristic attitude, and a false sense of immortality - something I think about a lot when I'm at work, supposedly hoping to advance cancer treatments and therapies.  I just wonder sometimes whether we should learn to be more accepting of what life deals us.  It's a very grey area, though...

    I'm v sleepy.  Mo later.

Monday, March 19, 2007

  • I. Need. To. Study. More.

    Oh dear...

    I signed up for the MCAT.  June 15th it is.  That may sound like a lot of time, but, it really isn't.  I have physics class 6 hours a week, plus lab write ups and homework to accompany that... and I have work, which, although better than before, is still draining and requires all of my attention and energy during the 8 hours a day. 

    I want to do well. I want to walk away from the test feeling that I did the best that I could, that I couldn't have studied harder or applied myself more... I want that feeling of satisfaction.  I. Just. Need. More. Time!

    Or Red Bull.

    But! I don't want to be that "gunner" premed type, either!  I want to do other things, too, other than study MCAT!  I often get distracted by a new book, or an interesting article, or I start trying to keep up my Chinese or French... and so forth... all positive, good things... things I *want* to do, rather than *have* to do...but I know I need to focus on MCAT. 

    I think that part of the reason I get so easily enticed into these other activities is actually because of my work dynamic.  Every day, I have to report to the same person and have very little independence.  Each morning, I am actually given a checklist of all the experiments that need to be completed that day.  I am told what I have to do, and I go do it.  When I get home, the last thing I really want to do is something more I "have" to do.  And, unfortunately, right now, that is what MCAT feels like.  It's a big empty checkbox on the to-do list of life. Har.

    I need an attitude readjustment.  Must tell myself that I love MCAT.  I loovvee it.  I want to dateeee it.  I want to marrrry it. 

    Maybe part of the reason I can't focus completely is that I am still uncertain about the next step in life.  I need certainty.  I keep waiting for myself to fully develop, fully "self-actualize" (new fave word), but I feel that I've been in stasis the past 7 months.  I hate stasis, stagnancy, general fermenting.  I need to be a running brook, moving to an established destination!  Ok... a bit heavy handed with the analogies... Getting tired, obviously, time for bed...

    That's always a good destination.

    I would regret not going to med school.  That much I know.




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