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fandomhigh2016-07-25 11:55 pm
voiceoverdue) wrote in fandomhigh2016-07-25 11:55 pm
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Coping with Change | Tuesday, period one
//Morning, class,// Jono greeted as today's class began. //Last week we talked mainly about change that you can control. This week, we're going to discuss the opposite, those changes that hit hard and fast, without warning. The sort that you can't really prepare for, because the world isn't the sort of place that you can predict, no matter how good you are at preparing for the worst.//
He was back out of the bandages this week, fire tousling his hair, flicking up wildly around his face. Maybe because he was more comfortable, physically, this way. Maybe because he just wanted there to be no question as to whether or not he knew a thing or two about sudden, devastating changes.
"Sometimes," Cecil pointed out, "you might even try to prepare for something, but then the street cleaners are more brutal this time than last, or there are more bears at Christmas, or all of a sudden your station is bought out by scary people serving a terrible smiling god, instead of the usual eldritch management, and you've prepared for the wrong thing entirely."
//And sometimes you expect something good, are told to strive for something in particular and come to expect it to work out a certain way, and it... well... blows up in your face,// Jono added, more than a little wryly. //And if you're lucky, you'll be able to walk away from it. Everyone will be able to walk away from it. But that isn't always how things work out. Not that I need to tell most of you that, I'm sure.//
"So what are some sudden changes you've all had?" Cecil asked. "What did you do? Like, I remember this time they built a subway, and I went into it to report and saw eons all at once in lunch time, and coming back was kind of weird, because the weather hadn't even changed! So I just sort of went back to work and sorted it all out like that, because routine can help, right?"
Jono blinked once at Cecil, but then sort of shrugged his shoulders and went with it. That was actually a fairly good point he was making, even if the anecdote itself was... perplexing. Lord, Cecil, your home would forever worry Jonothon.
//Routine can help. Something familiar when you've just had the rug pulled out from underfoot. Or, like we discussed last week, reaching for a change that you can control, to remind yourself that not everything is out of your hands. When this,// Jono gestured to his face, to the fire pouring out from his open chest, //happened to me, I fell back hard into music, mostly collecting and listening to the familiar, even though I couldn't do as much to create it as I once could. The familiar. I also chose to go somewhere else, to a place that would be better suited to my personal needs at the time. Taking control of something, even though nothing was going to undo this.//
And now it was caring and sharing time with your teachers, apparently.
He was back out of the bandages this week, fire tousling his hair, flicking up wildly around his face. Maybe because he was more comfortable, physically, this way. Maybe because he just wanted there to be no question as to whether or not he knew a thing or two about sudden, devastating changes.
"Sometimes," Cecil pointed out, "you might even try to prepare for something, but then the street cleaners are more brutal this time than last, or there are more bears at Christmas, or all of a sudden your station is bought out by scary people serving a terrible smiling god, instead of the usual eldritch management, and you've prepared for the wrong thing entirely."
//And sometimes you expect something good, are told to strive for something in particular and come to expect it to work out a certain way, and it... well... blows up in your face,// Jono added, more than a little wryly. //And if you're lucky, you'll be able to walk away from it. Everyone will be able to walk away from it. But that isn't always how things work out. Not that I need to tell most of you that, I'm sure.//
"So what are some sudden changes you've all had?" Cecil asked. "What did you do? Like, I remember this time they built a subway, and I went into it to report and saw eons all at once in lunch time, and coming back was kind of weird, because the weather hadn't even changed! So I just sort of went back to work and sorted it all out like that, because routine can help, right?"
Jono blinked once at Cecil, but then sort of shrugged his shoulders and went with it. That was actually a fairly good point he was making, even if the anecdote itself was... perplexing. Lord, Cecil, your home would forever worry Jonothon.
//Routine can help. Something familiar when you've just had the rug pulled out from underfoot. Or, like we discussed last week, reaching for a change that you can control, to remind yourself that not everything is out of your hands. When this,// Jono gestured to his face, to the fire pouring out from his open chest, //happened to me, I fell back hard into music, mostly collecting and listening to the familiar, even though I couldn't do as much to create it as I once could. The familiar. I also chose to go somewhere else, to a place that would be better suited to my personal needs at the time. Taking control of something, even though nothing was going to undo this.//
And now it was caring and sharing time with your teachers, apparently.
Re: Discuss
Seriously, how many daggers could you glare at a guy before he got a hint?
Re: Discuss
"Not that's visible," he allowed, "but you never know where it might turn up, or when. As my scoutmaster used to say, not all eyes look forward!"