People have been wondering where I am. I am here. I’ve finally fought off pneumonia and strep. I got a promotion and raise at work as well as met a rather kick ass band and now hang out with them on weekends while they perform at bars. I’ve caught up, finally, with the school work and the jobs and … yeah. That’s where I’ve been. Thirteen – yes, the tally is up to thirteen now – teachers have quit at Pathway – about four or five of them didn’t even last a week. Things would just get back on track, would be easier, if people would just stay long enough to get their training in. So today, I skipped class. Nice transition, isn’t it? I’m caught up, actually ahead, so I’m looking at everything I’ve been missing. … seems I’ve missed a lot. It would seem that when I am gone, lots of shit happens. I guess all this shit happens at once and people are too distracted by it to realize that I’ve disappeared – either that, or they do, and they hate me for not being there. I apologize for not being around. I read people’s journals, deviant art accounts … and I can’t wonder … what happened? I’m gone for a few weeks and … all this happens? What happened, exactly? Why are people fighting each other? Crying over broken friendships? Getting banned from sites/fighting with moderators? Why are my friends warring with each other? I feel like I should come back more often, that I need to fix this … but I’ve recently acquired this Peace within me, a calm that I can’t describe. I’ve started figuring out how the world works … on a much broader spectrum. How people work. I understand people now. I understand why people fight. Sometimes I just have to let them have their dissonance. If it gets too out of control, perhaps then I should step in. But who am I to say where the line is between acceptable conflict and unacceptable behavior? I guess if a life is threatened, that could be considered unacceptable and I should step in … but that seems a bit too far, doesn’t it? But I’m still here. I’m available. Everyone who needs me, knows my e-mail. I may not be the most punctual, but I do, eventually, try to help. … at least I’m honest, right? *sigh* Time for class. I’ll be back Thursday. Namaste.