Baseball, and Transmission Lines
(some mentions of childhood abuse)
I'm excited, next week is one of the last weeks of baseball season.
I'm finally going to see a game courtesy of my school. The tickets include unlimited food...drinks....ice cream! For two and a half hours culminating in a final fireworks show!
The best part?
I live across the street from the stadium, so no parking fees for me!! mwahaha!
Living right next to the stadium has provided me with so much introspective thought, from the transmission lines that stretch out endlessly...to the sound of birds drifting through the air, from either food, weather, or wherever they want to go.
Walking home, sometimes there's this orange glow, it's the sun, and all that glow, the faint idea of something so far away, so close.
Most of all though, the way light filters in through the clouds illuminate my walk home. On occasion, there is that faint yellow glow, not orange, but faint enough that the color grading strikes an overwhelming resemblance to Fooly Cooly.
You know, you have to swing that bat right?
I've followed that my whole life, but it's a valuable lesson I hope FLCL has taught other people too.
I'm excited to see baseball, the stadium across from me has always been real, I've walked through huge crowds to get to work, the allure of a game. That atmosphere, that excitement...I've always wanted a piece of it, but lacked the motivation to do so.
I can go realize it now, because of course, social isolation is not the way to go.
Ergo, I'll feel bliss when the bat hits the ball, because forever will ceaselessly bring my back to those batting cages when I was a kid.
We rattled on those cages...
That orange dirt, the nets, baseball was always there even if I never played it.
I saw a Red Sox game as a young kid, I can almost, even if it's ever so faint, recall what it was like, and what came after.
There were trees everywhere, so many, that in some way it formed a canopy above the whole park. Those great big oak trees. Younger still, my elementary school, there was this huge field that we would go on for P.E. In the middle of it though, there was another great big oak tree, so so huge. Sometimes I pass by that school and I remember my time spent relaxing under it..it also reminds me of a scene at the very end of The House in Fata Morgana: A Requiem for Innocence, which I always get reminded of when I pass by that place...which I did recently.
I was a "bad kid" then, and between the visits from CPS at school and everything else, I did love going to school still. I loved that field, and I remember in 3rd grade I was part of the gardening club, which I also loved. My grandma loved to garden and considering I'm from a farming family, it was only natural! It was kind of just like the best game ever: Viva Piñata trouble in paradise..love that game. <3 But in 3rd grade was where I was at my "worst," in terms of behavior given what was going on all around me. I did have great grades the whole time though...so...silver lining, meow?
I don't mean to mention such anything that may sound sad, but it's to again showcase how much we can grow as people, to get away through all that abuse, to keep going, forever.
Thus, I will continue to do so. I do wonder though, I've had this running joke in my head forever to one day dress up as baseball Haruko and go run onto the field during a game...I should actually do that! (kidding)
Hm, something else though, I was just reminded of a bunch of 3DS street pass games...those were just the best. I never played much of "Rusty's Real Deal Baseball," but it was so cute and I loved all those games. The gardening one was probably my favorite hehe..
I think that's it for now though, this transmission has ended!
Take care of yourselves everyone!
- Victoria