Bakajikara

My good friend back at the restaurant always joked with me about being "bakajikara", literally stupid strong, but I had a feeling it meant more stupid than strong. Anyway, I was constantly breaking things do to excessive force and a lack of delicacy in my work. Although I like to think I'm becoming more precise in my approaches, I still have occasional instances of stupid strength. The most notable of recent occurred this morning. It finally snowed, after weeks of praying to God and finally selling my soul to the devil. When I walked to my car, I found that it was frozen solid, and my keyless entry was apparently failing to move the locks. After a few rounds of button pushing and scraping away the ice from the window to see if the lock had indeed moved up, I gave the handle a shot. No luck. Not even a millimeter of a budge. "Damn, this sucker is frozen shut for sure." I thought. "I'll just give it a good.......", CRACK!!!! Both the door handle and I ripped back away from the car almost putting me on my ass in the fresh powder. "Awwww, shit, that's not good." Sure enough, I managed to take the handle clean off. I looked in the window again and noticed this time that the lock was infact locked due to the freeze and had not moved even after I had pressed the key button. I tried it again, heard a sound which seemed to be that of the locks releasing, and this time tried the passenger door. After a good tug the frozen door came open and I had to climb over the middle to the driver side to make my journey. But even after I had reached my destination, the driver door would not even open from the inside. The lock had been frozen solid and wouldn't respond until after the car had warmed up thouroughly.
This is going to make for an interesting winter.
But, at least it's snowing ^_^

The Other Side: Part I

THE OTHER SIDE

I don’t know where the other side is. I don’t know what the other side is. But I do know how to get there, and how to get back. Well…the getting back part took a while to figure out. Exactly how long, I’m not sure. Time, in the other side, seems neither fast nor slow. It seems to not exist at all. One thing is certain though, when I come back from that place, little or no time at all seems to have passed here. Like time, not much else seems to exist there either. The things in this world are gone, for the most part, and it’s too dark to see anything, even my own body.
But the other side is not a void. It’s full of energy that creates a slightly uncomfortable warmth that hugs my entire body so close until I can feel it pushing out from inside as well. The boundary between myself, and the infinite space around, seems to disappear completely. The first time I went there the sensation was so alarming I was sure my body was expanding, trying to fill the impossible void.
Recently, I’ve been working on controlling the sensation, Expanding and contracting myself voluntarily. But every time I come close to breaking the threshold, of completely filling the void, I lose control and am violently ripped apart in a million different directions. My consciousness is also subject to the same fate, and when I finally come to, I’m back in this world, at the same place and time as when I had left. This is good, considering I’m not dead, and that also no one seems to have noticed I was gone. Each time I come back I check to make sure I’ve been reassembled properly, just for good measure. Discreetly I start with my toes and fingers, and then quietly feel my face disguising my actions as a sleepy person rubbing their exhausted expression back to life.
So far I’ve had no accidents, but there’s always first time for everything, right?