Word has trickled down through the ranks that some of my faithful readers have come to believe that some of my blogings are “jokes” or just simply untrue. I.e. living in a trailer or sleeping under the stairs. I am shocked and bemused at this two faced lack of faith in my stories. I can assure you that everything I have written about is at least 90% true…except for the whole dragons in Portland thing—but that was the exception.
I think I have been reading too much of Narnia because I had a dream that I woke up and Aslan was laying on my bed beside me. But in my dream I didn’t see him, it was more a strong sensation that he was laying down beside me but I dared not look lest he wasn’t there. Peculiar feeling really.
My second peculiar feeling was at my first hippy concert I went to with Pam (yey!). After the excellent concert involving bagpipes, barons, drums, and other various 12th century instruments I went and talked to a band member for a short while. Another two guys came to talk making a circle of four people—while the other two were engaged in conversation I looked at the flip flops of the guy next to me-they were the same as mine but a different shape. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed he was my same height, wearing my same shorts but khaki and a similar shirt but white instead of grey. I finally turned to make conversation with him and noticed he was my age and he had my same hair style but blond and his facial expressions looked similar to what I imagined mine were at that time but his eyes were blue. I walked away from that small talk conversation fully convinced that we could be the best of friends. This in less than one minute. Peculiar? Yes.
The school year having ended I feel now is the opportune time to reflect upon my academic year. Talking to the only other Japanese person at the school over a cup of coffee, I believe she used an apt word that I believe sums up my year in Canada—in Japanese this word is “henko”, literally meaning “strange child”. And so in retrospect I believe that this last year has been proof that I am henko. Not just outwardly by living in a trailer or riding a bike to school (apparently riding a bike for non-recreation is an invitation that says “I am worthlessly poor please give me the finger and honk at me”) but also in the Christian culture at Bible College. It seems like bible school is an extension of junior high youth group, the only difference is that people are older and therefore more flowery in their repetitive Christianisms and worship songs. Maybe its some sort of competition—the more Christianisms you use repetitively and the more you cry in worship sessions the more attractive you are to the opposite sex. But the most notable of Bible school eccentricities seems to be a superspiritual belief that verges on mysticism. This kind of mystic belief I have observed seems to allow these people to transcend difficult questions about Christianity, answering them with an air of “questions don’t matter I don’t need my mind so long as I feel”. Which seems to work for them fine, but it’s definitely not my style. So one might say that I am a bit disillusioned by this past year of Bible College. Leading me to one of two conclusions; there is something wrong with them or there is something wrong with me. And because I seem to be the only one to notice these peculiarities among Bible Schoolers, or else I am the only one to voice any abnormal behaviors in relation to them, I have concluded that I am henko—a strange child.
So it has been written, so shall it be.