Internal Monochrome
Feb 2, 2019 12:41:49 GMT -5
Post by sasso on Feb 2, 2019 12:41:49 GMT -5
Piper wasn't sure how to feel as she sat on the plane ride home. Well, sort of home, she could've gotten a private flight out to La Jolla probably but she decided to take a commercial one to Montgomery-Gibbs instead. Obviously she sat in first class not coach, that would've just been dumb not to, but she was happy to blend in among the crowd. Her recent success in the Young Guns Cup had probably raised her profile in the wrestling industry, but she wasn't near the point of being recognized in an airport or airplane-- something she was fine with. It made it a lot easier to think.
This was hardly a new feeling for her, but it was more pronounced than usual. Feeling might not have been the right word-- some had accused her of being detached from hers-- but Piper just preferred to consider all aspects of a matter before rushing to judgment on it.
And man, there was a lot to consider here.
Her experience in South Africa had not been a particularly pleasant one; the press conference really stuck in her craw, and as much as she tried to live in the moment she carried some of that frustration out to the ring. Yeah, she won, but she felt like she was carrying her annoyance with that dumb reporter at the end with his ignorant questions out there. She was teetering dangerously close to fighting to feel something, to get some fleeting moment of release, instead of fighting to learn something.
It pissed her off that no matter how many self-deferential statements she made, how many times she said she was just a girl trying to live her life, to make the most of it and not be held back by boundaries, someone like him would try to poke at her like she had an ego or something.
And yes, she knew what she'd said about other people's perceptions.
She didn't care about them, she knew people were entitled to them. What kinda bothered her was when people blatantly weren't even trying to study a situation and develop a formed opinion. This reporter, he didn't want to step outside his bubble and try to think things through. He was a journalist that didn't want to learn. It was the same as that Cure guy in FGA completely misconstruing the situation between them because he couldn't be bothered to step out of his own bubble. You grab one guy's dick for scientific purposes and he acts like it's some kind of sexual stalker thing, he acts like it's all about him instead of someone trying to ascertain if a statement they made was factual.
If he'd do the same thing, he might realize that a 'restraining order' was just some words, that it didn't have any power over someone choosing to exercise free will-- and also having really good lawyers-- but mostly choosing to exercise free will, not being bound by rote societal constructs.
This was why despite being focused on herself, she had no problem and usually welcomed having eyes on her. Because if she could have people watch her seek to better herself and be inspired to do the same thing? That'd be pretty cool; that didn't make her anything special, she didn't expect people to all share the same beliefs as her , but she felt the desire to learn and free exchange of information of ideas was a pretty reasonable concept-- heh, maybe she was crazy though.
She could have put that all behind her, new day new her and all that, but her thoughts were just as conflicted about this upcoming show on Monday. It wasn't a secret that the finals fell on her birthday in her hometown, and on her 21st birthday to boot.
Lennon had made a point to travel the world and discover as many new places, as many new experiences as she could. There wasn't a warm and fuzzy feeling about coming 'home'. She'd spent her early formative years in suburban San Diego, before her oldest brother sent some of his windfall of money their parents' way as a means of making sure they had no need to pester him for cash in the future, then lived the rest of her years in San Diego's wealthy La Jolla community. Piper had a lot of familiarity with the city, which as she'd said wasn't particularly exciting to her. When you're looking for something new, 'familiar' isn't exactly what you're looking for.
As for birthdays? Her normal method of celebrating the occasion was to disappear away from everyone, so she could be lost in her thoughts, so she could reflect and grow. Performing in front of a large crowd with high stakes was more or less the exact opposite of that.
But despite her inclinations, she couldn't deny that this was a huge step in her journey though life. She was reaching a milestone age, headed full circle back to where she started. If that wasn't a moment to reflect upon how far she'd come, nothing was. Even just a year ago, she'd been knocked out in the first round of this tournament-- all sorts of possibilities left by the wayside. As 2018 went on she saw tantalizing opportunities to grow, to really sink her teeth into someone slip away just as she was getting a taste of them. So she'd stepped her game up, she realized that she might not care about shiny trinkets and accolades, but if she wanted to make the most out of her life she couldn't just go around trying to do what she wanted-- she needed to seize it.
So she planned on doing exactly that here, on showing that these recent results, these greater opportunities weren't just a string of good fortune-- that she had chosen to create her fortune.
"Peanuts?" Piper blinked in disbelief at the flight attendant that had so rudely interrupted her train of thought.
"Oh no, I'm allergic, thanks." She answered with a smile, not bothering to clarify that it was a digestive one, not a fatal allergy.
Turning her attention away from the attendant, who was having a minor freak out that there was a passenger on board with a nut allergy who hadn't been flagged, the young blonde adjusted her glasses, "Heh," she mumbled to herself. As much as she distanced herself from the Sasso clan, from San Diego, being reminded of a shared allergy with other family members made her think that maybe, just maybe, there was a piece of her here she couldn't escape.
She'd have to dig deep and figure that out on Monday.
This was hardly a new feeling for her, but it was more pronounced than usual. Feeling might not have been the right word-- some had accused her of being detached from hers-- but Piper just preferred to consider all aspects of a matter before rushing to judgment on it.
And man, there was a lot to consider here.
Her experience in South Africa had not been a particularly pleasant one; the press conference really stuck in her craw, and as much as she tried to live in the moment she carried some of that frustration out to the ring. Yeah, she won, but she felt like she was carrying her annoyance with that dumb reporter at the end with his ignorant questions out there. She was teetering dangerously close to fighting to feel something, to get some fleeting moment of release, instead of fighting to learn something.
It pissed her off that no matter how many self-deferential statements she made, how many times she said she was just a girl trying to live her life, to make the most of it and not be held back by boundaries, someone like him would try to poke at her like she had an ego or something.
And yes, she knew what she'd said about other people's perceptions.
She didn't care about them, she knew people were entitled to them. What kinda bothered her was when people blatantly weren't even trying to study a situation and develop a formed opinion. This reporter, he didn't want to step outside his bubble and try to think things through. He was a journalist that didn't want to learn. It was the same as that Cure guy in FGA completely misconstruing the situation between them because he couldn't be bothered to step out of his own bubble. You grab one guy's dick for scientific purposes and he acts like it's some kind of sexual stalker thing, he acts like it's all about him instead of someone trying to ascertain if a statement they made was factual.
If he'd do the same thing, he might realize that a 'restraining order' was just some words, that it didn't have any power over someone choosing to exercise free will-- and also having really good lawyers-- but mostly choosing to exercise free will, not being bound by rote societal constructs.
This was why despite being focused on herself, she had no problem and usually welcomed having eyes on her. Because if she could have people watch her seek to better herself and be inspired to do the same thing? That'd be pretty cool; that didn't make her anything special, she didn't expect people to all share the same beliefs as her , but she felt the desire to learn and free exchange of information of ideas was a pretty reasonable concept-- heh, maybe she was crazy though.
She could have put that all behind her, new day new her and all that, but her thoughts were just as conflicted about this upcoming show on Monday. It wasn't a secret that the finals fell on her birthday in her hometown, and on her 21st birthday to boot.
Lennon had made a point to travel the world and discover as many new places, as many new experiences as she could. There wasn't a warm and fuzzy feeling about coming 'home'. She'd spent her early formative years in suburban San Diego, before her oldest brother sent some of his windfall of money their parents' way as a means of making sure they had no need to pester him for cash in the future, then lived the rest of her years in San Diego's wealthy La Jolla community. Piper had a lot of familiarity with the city, which as she'd said wasn't particularly exciting to her. When you're looking for something new, 'familiar' isn't exactly what you're looking for.
As for birthdays? Her normal method of celebrating the occasion was to disappear away from everyone, so she could be lost in her thoughts, so she could reflect and grow. Performing in front of a large crowd with high stakes was more or less the exact opposite of that.
But despite her inclinations, she couldn't deny that this was a huge step in her journey though life. She was reaching a milestone age, headed full circle back to where she started. If that wasn't a moment to reflect upon how far she'd come, nothing was. Even just a year ago, she'd been knocked out in the first round of this tournament-- all sorts of possibilities left by the wayside. As 2018 went on she saw tantalizing opportunities to grow, to really sink her teeth into someone slip away just as she was getting a taste of them. So she'd stepped her game up, she realized that she might not care about shiny trinkets and accolades, but if she wanted to make the most out of her life she couldn't just go around trying to do what she wanted-- she needed to seize it.
So she planned on doing exactly that here, on showing that these recent results, these greater opportunities weren't just a string of good fortune-- that she had chosen to create her fortune.
"Peanuts?" Piper blinked in disbelief at the flight attendant that had so rudely interrupted her train of thought.
"Oh no, I'm allergic, thanks." She answered with a smile, not bothering to clarify that it was a digestive one, not a fatal allergy.
Turning her attention away from the attendant, who was having a minor freak out that there was a passenger on board with a nut allergy who hadn't been flagged, the young blonde adjusted her glasses, "Heh," she mumbled to herself. As much as she distanced herself from the Sasso clan, from San Diego, being reminded of a shared allergy with other family members made her think that maybe, just maybe, there was a piece of her here she couldn't escape.
She'd have to dig deep and figure that out on Monday.