Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2019 12:38:09 GMT -5
Makarenko: Pasha, you come to us today because you are crippled with occupational regrets. Would you care to share a little before we dive in deeper?
Pasha: Pasha came from great Caucus Mountains. He never understood why people leave wilderness behind. Try to understand this mindset of cities and shopping malls. Why do they dislike the forests and its rivers? Catching fish or hunting great buffalo. There is group who think Pasha bad for his survival.
Makarenko: Let me add to that, Mr. Baktin. In this space, you are safe from what you believe others accuse of you. Instead, lead with something you want people to know about you.
Pasha: Why? Do they not love Pasha?
How he wash glasses on shirt. Bohdan was right about meeting this man, Dr. Makarenko whose practice on minds like Pasha’s make him threats to our mission. Like submissionist for his brain. Headlocks on what Pasha wonders of life, friends and those he love so dear. Little Thomas Snow, his new son—even if real father hates Pasha. That kid and his giant….
Makarenko: Love has two sides, Pasha. Remember that hugging someone is a handshake of affection. Your cavaliering efforts…
Pasha: What you mean? Is love not shared by all but evil men?
Makarenko: Who are the evil men?
Pasha: Ha ha!
Makarenko: Tell me, what makes them “evil” in your eyes, Pasha?
Pasha: Pasha not see evil! He good!
Makarenko: Okay, take three steps back. Breathe. Now… who are the evil men? Are they everywhere?
What person not know evil? Have doctor not seen evil in its terrible flesh? Dangerous people who want to hurt and abuse for fun. Who take cookie without asking? Conquer Crimea without reason to annex federated lands from lesser armies. He cannot be a doctor without seeing and knowing evil when it stands before him. Pasha must escape.
Makarenko: You still have twenty-five minutes, Mr. Baktin. I suggest we focus on what you call evil before we move anywhere further.
Pasha: Evil does bad things to good people.
Makarenko: Excellent! Here, as your retainer—
Pasha: From loyal Bohdan!
Makarenko: Yes, and he said you earn these peppermints when you behave.
He and Bohdan must be friends. That make him Pasha’s new best friend! He must hug this wonderful man and all his plaid sweaters. But why Bohdan never mention this tiny old man? He introduce all people in Bohdan’s wonderful life. Perhaps hugs must wait until Pasha can discern this man’s motives. Why he care so much about evil?
Makarenko: It comes with a heavy recommendation that you stay overnight for observation. Of course, I would need your consent to do so because this is not a life or death situation.
Pasha: But he has match on Tuesday.
Makarenko: Maybe next time… I didn’t mean to impose. You are a busy professional wrestler, of course. What if I give you my card, and then you decide when is best to follow up.
Now is time for hugs!
Makarenko: Whoa! Put me down! Pasha! Pasha down, down please!
Pasha: Not like hugs?
Makarenko: Put me down goddammit!
When he promise to “fix” Pasha, the thought never occurred that he could find a problem. Wrestling at this level produces adrenaline, and for some, rage unquenched by the clashing of strong muscles. Pasha live for grapples and domination of other fighters. Moments not unlike lovers embracing from Siberian frost, huddled and warming each other as storms pass with great fury. Families born by that harsh mother of nature. Bred to exist when God tries to kill them—because Him interested in one type of people: the Strong.
Makarenko: Are you aware that you just said all of that aloud? Lovers and boons of sexual fantasy. Not that I want to step on your share time, of which you still have twelve minutes, Mr. Baktin.
Pasha: The love of men is stronger than their rage. One must find his passion, and those with whom his passions survive. Only then can he truly be called a man.
Makarenko: I see… very astute from your usual musings. Wait, wasn’t that from Dostoyevsky?
Pasha: Beard man. Really big book?
Makarenko: Sounds on point.
Pasha: Pasha read because scary looking man seemed to say “do it, boy” when sitting on Bohdan’s shelf. So he read and read until final page.
Makarenko: I enjoy Dostoevsky, actually, and not just to pad my shelves.
Pasha remember much of the bearded man’s tales. How love conquer war, then lose to war because life is too fragile to hatred and hegemonies keeping people from being themselves.
Makarenko: Hegemonies aside, Mr. Baktin, can we talk about your obsession with Thomas Snow?
Pasha: Snow has large—
Makarenko: You’ve said it a million times today. Would you like to reexamine why he’s special to you?
Snow had Pasha’s back from day one. He was too tough even for his greatest muscles. There was pride such a small yet powerful boy. Thrills not unlike a farmer’s tilling of love and that sacred birth of his large family. We crossed many paths to get to Trinity Wrestling. Pasha has scars from all those bears he suplex across mountainsides in hopes of finding himself. Yet the love of another warm man, or woman, kept him looking for more. Sometimes he weep seeing compassion in animals like cats, penguins or happy bunnies. Pasha could hug them all at once and never, ever, ever let go!
Makarenko: Mr. Baktin, please stay in your seat—and put my couch down!
Pasha: Here we go on an adventure! Ready for takeoff!
Makarenko: Watch the window! Oh god!
Pasha: Windows cannot stop us! We must find love!
Walking city park, maybe six blocks from where windows shattered, Pasha and his new friend have time to unwind where scary faces cannot find them. Those angry old men on Dr. Makarenko’s shelf. People keep a look inside from which no man or woman can protect. Evil gazes and disgust. Rage embodied behind one disgusting scare.
Makarenko: You have three minutes left. Can you use them to carry me back to the office? If not I’m charging you for my Uber.
Pasha: Do you not enjoy this wonderful world?
Makarenko: I have never experienced such a turn of events. And I’ve interviewed killers, Mr. Batkin. Men stuck in their own minds with paranoid delusions of the world. But you might be the only one so deeply entrenched in fantasy that it stopped being normal. And that worries me.
Pasha: Why worry for Pasha?
Makarenko: Because those caught in the throngs of fantasy are doomed to see their wildest dreams go unfulfilled. Otherwise known as a complete and utter letdown. That collapse after unchecked mania leaves one’s footing on a fragile platform held exclusively by euphoria, which by its nature can only withstand single pressures. I worry you are looking towards a down spiral if your dreams are not met by a certain date.
Pasha: Yes, but when Pasha forget his goals, what sort of man would he be?
Makarenko: Human.
Human after all. Can Terra Walker or Duncan Aires know that feeling? Are they in this business from themselves, or is it just Trinity’s friend in Pasha who cannot find his way? Maybe lasting impressions mean that he should try to find more of himself in what Walker or Aires want from him. To expose weakness and life himself higher… but that would make them sad. Pasha cannot reduce someone to what he did to poor Nightshade. We played too rough and his new friend got hurt. Pasha adored him. Would have been lovers if asked, but it could only keep them dreaming as blood gushed down his head and winning pin send Pasha to the back a winner.
Makarenko: Do you want to hurt people?
Pasha: Never!
Makarenko: Yet you receive money and pay a manager to help you become the world’s best wrestler. Have you, Pasha, ever considered that you’ve taking the wrong avenue for your strength?
People like Walker know Pasha’s strength. Aries has not touched him yet, but they will discover a new level of competition. One that fires loins in the heat of battle. Pasha must learn to conserve his strength for moments of clarity: When he can put an opponent down without causing massive harm to those perfect, muscular bodies. Terra has wrestled all her life, making perfect form of her skills while sick people only want to see pretty side of her. She is pretty, yes. But Pasha sees her intensity and hopes to face it on the other side of his grapples.
Makarenko: Enlightening conversation, Pasha. You have one minute left. Any final thoughts.
How this man observe him like great fighters. He wonder if Aires will do the same. He spends most weeks belittling people to make himself feel better. Pasha disapprove of his methods. If men like Duncan Aires cannot find love the way his best friend Thomas Snow does every week, then why become a wrestler? Is not great thrill of competition enough to birth a son? Not enough to make him father of his sport? Pasha will show him and Walker love from head to toe to all places that one cannot love for themselves. That is why he chose wrestling over friends of medicine, civil action and soup kitchens. Only in rings can Pasha make worldwide impacts.
Makarenko: So you’ll fight them, even if it means hurting people?
Pasha: It must be, doctor friend. Thank you coming here today.
Makarenko: So you’re just taking the couch with you? Okay… enjoy your match (you crazy Goliath…).
Pasha: Pasha came from great Caucus Mountains. He never understood why people leave wilderness behind. Try to understand this mindset of cities and shopping malls. Why do they dislike the forests and its rivers? Catching fish or hunting great buffalo. There is group who think Pasha bad for his survival.
Makarenko: Let me add to that, Mr. Baktin. In this space, you are safe from what you believe others accuse of you. Instead, lead with something you want people to know about you.
Pasha: Why? Do they not love Pasha?
How he wash glasses on shirt. Bohdan was right about meeting this man, Dr. Makarenko whose practice on minds like Pasha’s make him threats to our mission. Like submissionist for his brain. Headlocks on what Pasha wonders of life, friends and those he love so dear. Little Thomas Snow, his new son—even if real father hates Pasha. That kid and his giant….
Makarenko: Love has two sides, Pasha. Remember that hugging someone is a handshake of affection. Your cavaliering efforts…
Pasha: What you mean? Is love not shared by all but evil men?
Makarenko: Who are the evil men?
Pasha: Ha ha!
Makarenko: Tell me, what makes them “evil” in your eyes, Pasha?
Pasha: Pasha not see evil! He good!
Makarenko: Okay, take three steps back. Breathe. Now… who are the evil men? Are they everywhere?
What person not know evil? Have doctor not seen evil in its terrible flesh? Dangerous people who want to hurt and abuse for fun. Who take cookie without asking? Conquer Crimea without reason to annex federated lands from lesser armies. He cannot be a doctor without seeing and knowing evil when it stands before him. Pasha must escape.
Makarenko: You still have twenty-five minutes, Mr. Baktin. I suggest we focus on what you call evil before we move anywhere further.
Pasha: Evil does bad things to good people.
Makarenko: Excellent! Here, as your retainer—
Pasha: From loyal Bohdan!
Makarenko: Yes, and he said you earn these peppermints when you behave.
He and Bohdan must be friends. That make him Pasha’s new best friend! He must hug this wonderful man and all his plaid sweaters. But why Bohdan never mention this tiny old man? He introduce all people in Bohdan’s wonderful life. Perhaps hugs must wait until Pasha can discern this man’s motives. Why he care so much about evil?
Makarenko: It comes with a heavy recommendation that you stay overnight for observation. Of course, I would need your consent to do so because this is not a life or death situation.
Pasha: But he has match on Tuesday.
Makarenko: Maybe next time… I didn’t mean to impose. You are a busy professional wrestler, of course. What if I give you my card, and then you decide when is best to follow up.
Now is time for hugs!
Makarenko: Whoa! Put me down! Pasha! Pasha down, down please!
Pasha: Not like hugs?
Makarenko: Put me down goddammit!
When he promise to “fix” Pasha, the thought never occurred that he could find a problem. Wrestling at this level produces adrenaline, and for some, rage unquenched by the clashing of strong muscles. Pasha live for grapples and domination of other fighters. Moments not unlike lovers embracing from Siberian frost, huddled and warming each other as storms pass with great fury. Families born by that harsh mother of nature. Bred to exist when God tries to kill them—because Him interested in one type of people: the Strong.
Makarenko: Are you aware that you just said all of that aloud? Lovers and boons of sexual fantasy. Not that I want to step on your share time, of which you still have twelve minutes, Mr. Baktin.
Pasha: The love of men is stronger than their rage. One must find his passion, and those with whom his passions survive. Only then can he truly be called a man.
Makarenko: I see… very astute from your usual musings. Wait, wasn’t that from Dostoyevsky?
Pasha: Beard man. Really big book?
Makarenko: Sounds on point.
Pasha: Pasha read because scary looking man seemed to say “do it, boy” when sitting on Bohdan’s shelf. So he read and read until final page.
Makarenko: I enjoy Dostoevsky, actually, and not just to pad my shelves.
Pasha remember much of the bearded man’s tales. How love conquer war, then lose to war because life is too fragile to hatred and hegemonies keeping people from being themselves.
Makarenko: Hegemonies aside, Mr. Baktin, can we talk about your obsession with Thomas Snow?
Pasha: Snow has large—
Makarenko: You’ve said it a million times today. Would you like to reexamine why he’s special to you?
Snow had Pasha’s back from day one. He was too tough even for his greatest muscles. There was pride such a small yet powerful boy. Thrills not unlike a farmer’s tilling of love and that sacred birth of his large family. We crossed many paths to get to Trinity Wrestling. Pasha has scars from all those bears he suplex across mountainsides in hopes of finding himself. Yet the love of another warm man, or woman, kept him looking for more. Sometimes he weep seeing compassion in animals like cats, penguins or happy bunnies. Pasha could hug them all at once and never, ever, ever let go!
Makarenko: Mr. Baktin, please stay in your seat—and put my couch down!
Pasha: Here we go on an adventure! Ready for takeoff!
Makarenko: Watch the window! Oh god!
Pasha: Windows cannot stop us! We must find love!
Walking city park, maybe six blocks from where windows shattered, Pasha and his new friend have time to unwind where scary faces cannot find them. Those angry old men on Dr. Makarenko’s shelf. People keep a look inside from which no man or woman can protect. Evil gazes and disgust. Rage embodied behind one disgusting scare.
Makarenko: You have three minutes left. Can you use them to carry me back to the office? If not I’m charging you for my Uber.
Pasha: Do you not enjoy this wonderful world?
Makarenko: I have never experienced such a turn of events. And I’ve interviewed killers, Mr. Batkin. Men stuck in their own minds with paranoid delusions of the world. But you might be the only one so deeply entrenched in fantasy that it stopped being normal. And that worries me.
Pasha: Why worry for Pasha?
Makarenko: Because those caught in the throngs of fantasy are doomed to see their wildest dreams go unfulfilled. Otherwise known as a complete and utter letdown. That collapse after unchecked mania leaves one’s footing on a fragile platform held exclusively by euphoria, which by its nature can only withstand single pressures. I worry you are looking towards a down spiral if your dreams are not met by a certain date.
Pasha: Yes, but when Pasha forget his goals, what sort of man would he be?
Makarenko: Human.
Human after all. Can Terra Walker or Duncan Aires know that feeling? Are they in this business from themselves, or is it just Trinity’s friend in Pasha who cannot find his way? Maybe lasting impressions mean that he should try to find more of himself in what Walker or Aires want from him. To expose weakness and life himself higher… but that would make them sad. Pasha cannot reduce someone to what he did to poor Nightshade. We played too rough and his new friend got hurt. Pasha adored him. Would have been lovers if asked, but it could only keep them dreaming as blood gushed down his head and winning pin send Pasha to the back a winner.
Makarenko: Do you want to hurt people?
Pasha: Never!
Makarenko: Yet you receive money and pay a manager to help you become the world’s best wrestler. Have you, Pasha, ever considered that you’ve taking the wrong avenue for your strength?
People like Walker know Pasha’s strength. Aries has not touched him yet, but they will discover a new level of competition. One that fires loins in the heat of battle. Pasha must learn to conserve his strength for moments of clarity: When he can put an opponent down without causing massive harm to those perfect, muscular bodies. Terra has wrestled all her life, making perfect form of her skills while sick people only want to see pretty side of her. She is pretty, yes. But Pasha sees her intensity and hopes to face it on the other side of his grapples.
Makarenko: Enlightening conversation, Pasha. You have one minute left. Any final thoughts.
How this man observe him like great fighters. He wonder if Aires will do the same. He spends most weeks belittling people to make himself feel better. Pasha disapprove of his methods. If men like Duncan Aires cannot find love the way his best friend Thomas Snow does every week, then why become a wrestler? Is not great thrill of competition enough to birth a son? Not enough to make him father of his sport? Pasha will show him and Walker love from head to toe to all places that one cannot love for themselves. That is why he chose wrestling over friends of medicine, civil action and soup kitchens. Only in rings can Pasha make worldwide impacts.
Makarenko: So you’ll fight them, even if it means hurting people?
Pasha: It must be, doctor friend. Thank you coming here today.
Makarenko: So you’re just taking the couch with you? Okay… enjoy your match (you crazy Goliath…).