Revelations Chapter Nine

Another lazy Sunday…

I always feel the term ‘lazy’ is accusing me of not having done enough.

Was I lazy this Sunday?

How much time do I need to spend doing something for it not to have been a lazy day?

Yes, this is the kind of inane thoughts that run through my mind, almost constantly.  I never used to ask such questions.  Perhaps I was busier in the past.  LOL.  No.  I think the truth is more likely the fact that I am looking for a reason for myself.  The great, big, awkward question: ‘What’s it all about?’ – knowing the answer is: ‘probably something else’.

Perhaps I should exercise saying more, ‘another wonderful Sunday’.  I have lots of definitions of what would make a day wonderful, and they’re not particular complicated either.  A nice walk.  A cup of tea with friend.  Cleaning or washing together. Laughing with someone, or simply sitting down with Evylin, which brings me back to the theme of this blog.

In chapter nine, I have tried to show the potpourri of thoughts which run through the minds of George and Evylin.  Some are bias, and some are simply wrong.  It is their different viewpoints of certain events and issues, which causes them to behave in certain ways.

The chapter, like the book, is not supposed to be only an adventure story, with back-to-back, page-for-page, entertainment, (which would be cool.  This is what ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ feels like!  It’s brilliant, honestly, the huge roller coaster of events) but it is also an insight into human behavior – my attempt to show how in real life people can easily misunderstand each other, simply because of their own, presumed ideas of something.  These different viewpoints, and different, emotional connections to an event create the most bizarre outcomes.

The most obvious example in the chapter is how George reacts to the news that she killed the polar bear. This simple misunderstanding is a T junction in their ongoing relationship. One which leads them in the wrong direction.

Why did I choose this path for them?  I could have written a more romantic heartwarming chapter, instead of one of discontent and disappointment.   I think the choice was made because of my own personal experience.  It is the road taken far too often.  It seems as if it is easier to push someone away, or to play the wounded party, rather than admit to having misunderstood or to ask for a better more in-depth explanation.

No one wants to lose face.

But is this losing face or just something I have learnt as a child?  If it is, then it is wrong, because asking, and wanting to fully understand is not losing face.  Making an answer when you don’t have the whole equation, is wrong, and usually causes you to get the wrong answer. (Of course, sometimes, you might get lucky.)

Some say communication is important, and I agree with this, but it doesn’t come alone.  Trust must be a part of the scenario.  Who do I trust the most?  Who should I listen to? Who wants the best for me, and who wants to be entertained?  It’s an extremely difficult and sensitive subject, and not really for here, in this blog.  The only thing to be looked at now is how George’s lack of trust makes him jump to the wrong conclusion.  Instead of listening to his heart he chooses to push her away, to protect himself from the possibility of being hurt.  This can be seen in the chapter when George accidentally notices (and admires) how Evylin’s eyes seem bluer, (it is said that the retina of the human eye increases when looking on someone they love) but instead of following this moment, and then sharing a deep, and beautiful experience with her, he goes the other way.  So much so, that by the end of the chapter George announces the opposite of what he feels – ‘you’d be the very last person I’d want to touch’.

We know he doesn’t mean it.  But we’re the readers, and are not being told such an ugly thing.

By edwardholden

I have been lots of things to many people. Some nice, and some... well not so nice. Now I am older and less worried about what people think of me. My past is colorful, sad and happy. Filled with lots of unique people. I have been blessed in this way. I have walked with people in all walks of life, and I have loved each journey, and each and everyone of them. Now, I write. It is a new road. It is not a highway or a crossroad. It leads me somewhere though, and as I have always spent my life travelling, this suits me fine.

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