Positive Gravity

Kept meaning to write more about the Fraser Island trip, but never got around to it – too much going on, almost. More like felt really, really tired, and so did Daisy and Aimee, so we relaxed for the last couple of days. Last night a group showed up from their Fraser Island trip with a few Canadians on it. THey weren’t nice Canadians, though, studying in Brissy, and part of a group of 6 that over-rode all the decisions in the big group – 6 to 5 most of the time. The 5 are who we met, 3 British chicks (the girls say girlie girls) and two Israeli guys who have 2 spare seats in their car headed to Airlie Beach, the girls have gone with them, and I bus overnight tonight.

It’s pretty wild to be travelling with two people who each attract as much if not more positive energy and experience as I normally do. Things just work out. I’m reminded of a sci-fi book I read ages ago, Ringworld or something like that. Humans were allowed a certain number of kids, (like 1 each), but there were lotteries that allowed a person to have another, to replace people who died accidentally, the likes. The character that comes to mind was the product of several generations of lottery winners, and therefore seemed to have been bred for luck – the world almost revolved around her.
I think that travelling with other people is also saving me from having to make too many decisions at this point. There are a couple of choices that I have to make in the next couple of months that’ll have a big impact on next year. The type of choice that can be made at any time, but it’s at the back of your mind, drawing energy, until it is made.
This mindset leads me to a manner of speaking heavy in anecdotes, very social and often only lightly connected to actual events. My mind isn’t on current events – it’s often not on anything at all. Free association. Not to say that I can’t focus to handle a crisis, more the opposite. I find most focus when faced with a crisis, ’cause that’s what I have trained myself to handle most easily. I miss that knife edge, that certainty of task, fast as possible decision making, necessary control of appearance and reaction.
Do I treat people the way I expect them to treat me? Do they expect to be treated that way? I don’t know. I think that I withdraw sometimes, ride on the efforts of others sometimes, and do my own work sometimes. It’s a matter of mood.