Forged Steel's Wrestling Journal

Entry 6

So I've now had four very sub-par matches with Thunderbolt. Quake says this morning at workout that he's getting pulled from the card for more training. I suggest Gryphus, and Quake laughs, then says he'll think about it. It's not just that I hate that kid's attitude and want him to be kicked down a few pegs, but also that Gryphus is an excellent trainer.

My sleep schedule keeps shifting later as I have to carpool to all of our spot shows. I don't start on TV until two weeks because all of this month's TV shows were taken care of. Mercifully all the TV shows are here in Apploosa. The TV shows should take about a week to shoot, and will serve all of next month.

There's so little to do out here besides workout, eat, and sleep. I've already completed three fairly long novels since I came out here three weeks ago. I'm going to need to take up a new hobby to occupy my time. Maybe I could fictionalize my life and write a book of my own. Ha ha ha.

Today I finally went and saw Sister. She's found herself a marefriend for the time being, they seem quite happy together. I didn't get to meet her as she works a regular job and was out. Sister and I went to workout together. She was impressed with how much more intense my regimen has become. She also liked that my presence meant she got far fewer sneers at the gym.

We then went to lunch together and talked about her. As I suspected she has been to jail several times, though never charged with anything. She says they're scared to because they know she'll get the royal court to strike their unlawful assembly laws. Sensing, rightfully, that I'm not into that sort of discussion she instead talks about her marefriend. Her marefriend is already thinking of adopting but Sister has to slow that down whenever it comes up. It's not that Sister doesn't want kids, but she feels that now wouldn't be a good time.

The conversation came to me. I talked about my time in Canterlot territory, about my few weeks out here. She can relate to my downtime boredom and says that she'll be happy to try some hobbies out with me and see what most suits my interests. She also says there's a local book club that I might like, I may have to check that out. The conversation goes back to her work again, she's very passionate and greatly enjoys it so I can hardly fault her.

She eventually relates to me before I leave for the evening that she was back home the other month. Sister came out to the family and they were more than happy for her. Her unionizing the police came in handy because she found that mother was still in and out of mandatory psych holds, but this time she slipped on her ruse and managed to land in jail for about a year. Good fucking riddance. She also mentioned that Papa and Babushka are worried about her safety. I of course laughed along with Sister, but I also fear for her.

Sister is very effective, for better or for worse, at what she does because she is relentless and fearless. She does not fear jail, beatings, or any other consequences that might happen and have happened to her. My deepest fear for her is that she's going to end up pitted against someone just as fearless as her and she's going to be the one who loses out. I spoke to her about it once years ago and she promised me she does not and will never do anything reckless, but my family and especially I know how she sometimes can get some very severe tunnel vision.

I did not stay for dinner with Sister because she said I couldn't be invited. This was their six month memorial and her marefriend wanted just the two of them for it. I instead had a quiet dinner by myself and caught a basketball game on the TV at the family restaurant. One of my college teammates was playing on one of the teams, it's great to see him succeeding. After dinner, I decided to see a local rock band's show at the one bar that doesn't play country garbage here. That's where I ran into her again...

Starlight had to have been waiting for me. No sooner than ten minutes after I sit down with water, she walks right over to my table and asks if I'm okay. Of course I'm fine, what a strange way to strike conversation. She continutes, "I figured you'd wait a while before dropping by, but you never showed up. I get the feeling you're not playing the long game. So, either I'm the problem, or you've got a problem."

She's sharper than I gave her credit for. I take a slow sip, acting like the gears are turning in my head before I ask what makes her think that. "I just wanted to clarify. I think differently from a lot of people so I have trouble, uh... reading the room." I get that she's interested in me, so why me? "You're... weird."

Quite the flatterer, she is. I'm much more than just that as I grin slightly. She continues "I kinda envy you. I know there's a lot knocking around in that noggin of yours but at least you can keep it down. I try to suppress my bluntness but it all comes pouring out. Ten pounds of feelings in a five pound can."

I suppose we aren't so different. I tell her that because she shows persistence and I now get the feeling that I'm not just a one-and-done, I'll humor her for tonight. She smiles and says I won't regret my choice.