First Priorities
November 22, 2019 - Entry 3
Hello, sweethearts, it's Kai again. I know what you're thinking. Kai, you promised to write back on the following Tuesday! Yeah, well, I'm writing now. Be glad I didn't wait for another 6 months. You would have been dying to hear the details and by then, I would have most likely forgotten.
But I haven't yet! That's the important part.
I met up with Zadian the subsequent day, I believe it was on Monday. This Monday on November 18th? Quite possibly.
We met up at the Panera Bread near Millennium Park.
As a side note, this entry does say that I wrote this on the 22nd, which quite frankly, I did, but I only finished it just now. I'll leave the date as it is so you bonnie sweethearts don't think I completely forgot about you all.
To go back to what I writing earlier, I grabbed a drink and some food before sitting down. We started off with some small talk. During my time there, she asked me a ton of questions. She asked what kind of person I was - did I motivate myself or did materialistic things motivate me? I answered the former, because the latter has too many uncertainty variables for me to consider. She asked if I had anyone to financially rely on. I swallowed hard for this question because technically I do - my dad's paying for my college - but at the same time, I'm trying to be more independent and do things by myself, so not really.
She talked about how I seemed like a nice person, but how, to really get to know me, I had to do a series of things to get financial stability and be debt free - which was totally understandable. And my first assignment? To read a small business book.
"Do I have to...memorize the content of this book to prepare for a test?" I asked hesitantly, flipping through the contents of the book. Writing it now, I don't remember the name of it, but it's by a Japanese author. The book is currently sitting on the table in my dorm. I didn't want to read it or be reminded of the newfound horror I have. Zadian. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. You have to read the rest of the entry to understand what I mean.
"No!" She laughed. "No, this is just to get you more open minded. Don't take anything in this book to literal heart. It's more for your understanding than anything." Then what's the point of reading it if the content is not important? I thought. Strange. Really weird and strange. I said nothing.
Outwardly, I smiled and nodded. I'll play along with her farce, see how it goes. It just felt off to me. I think I'm being a little bit delusional and overly cautious, so I'll see how this pans out before eliminating any idea of disappearing and becoming another ghost.
Besides, I have nothing to lose reading this book, but at the same time, it'll pile up along with my other assignments - those are more important than the unimportant book work she assigned me. Still, I can't shake off the wariness that's embedding itself in my skin. Something is definitely off-putting about her.
Zadian, in turn, remarked highly of the people who took her under their wing and gave her some form of mentorship, but that's where the trail ends dry. There's no dropped mention of their names, no hints on what they own, if they work under someone or are noteworthy to be known on the web. I slightly doubt their existence more.
She talked about how they were millionaires, a couple that never worked a day in their life. Any direct questions I asked about them, about their work or how was that even possible, she answered vaguely. I ended up having more questions than I do have answers - that idea seemed more of a storybook concept than a reality I thought I'd ever face.
In truth, Zadian seems like a ball of sketch and shady, but I can't figure out what she's even talking about. How can someone, who has never worked a day in their lives, be a millionaire? It's not inherited money. It's not from stocks. Simply business. I'm convinced that this couple is part of the mafia which would explain them not working. Zadian sounds like she's hazing me, doing a series of tests before recruiting me into their cult. She regards them highly, almost as if the very group they step on is made of gold. She made it seem like they had all the right answers, know what they're doing, and I'll be honest, I'm highly skeptical.
I asked her if they helped her thus far, in anything. And she replied, "Holistically, yes."
"What does...What does holistically mean?" Her face brightened up. "I asked the same question when they were telling me this!" She seemed surprised that we could come up with the same questions. I masked how unnerved I was with this pointless conversation. It wasn't going any place in the way I was steering it. She knew more about me than I did her and it seemed unfair.
"Holistically, like advice on your life. Dating advice, if you had a fight with your parents, for instance, how to go about it. All sorts of things." Just then, my phone buzzed. I checked it under the table while half remaining eye-contact from our shared impenetrable stare. Her zoned on longer and impeccably sharper than I preferred. Just a notification, I mused. "What's wrong?" She asked, noticing I was looking down on my phone. "Oh, nothing!" I waved it off dismissively. She peered into me, skeptical. I plastered on a smile. "It was just a notification. Go on to what you were saying?"
She continued manically explaining it more and responding to any question I had. The one noteworthy piece about all of this is that any time the conversation shifts to the couple, she gets this dreamy lit up expression on her face. Her voice is animated and a little louder, a little more excited. She looks almost as if she worships or reveres them. I can't fathom this, the thought of thinking them - anyone - like that rubs me the wrong way. She's like a fangirl and I can't sicken myself into being a follower of someone, hopelessly besetting any commands or orders they have and giving into them. No. I don't want to be like her. Zadian's personality is off-putting. I know there's something she's holding back and I feel more withdrawn than before.
The one thing she reiterated before leaving is that before they invest in me, they needed to make sure I was considering them as a first priority and not as an "option." When I told Landon that, he said "that's sketch" and that "your first priority should be your academics." Tell that to Zadian and her suffocating mentors. Word on Landon, sketch on every single part of this arrangement.
It just seems odd that I would consider some random person I just met on the streets of Chicago my first priority.
Zadian's a little peculiar. I think I'm going to get my toes wet a little more before I hang out with her again. Or eliminate any possibility of doing so.
This entry is getting a bit long. I might do another part to this. I'll leave it off here for now.
As a side note, this entry does say that I wrote this on the 22nd, which quite frankly, I did, but I only finished it just now. I'll leave the date as it is so you bonnie sweethearts don't think I completely forgot about you all.
To go back to what I writing earlier, I grabbed a drink and some food before sitting down. We started off with some small talk. During my time there, she asked me a ton of questions. She asked what kind of person I was - did I motivate myself or did materialistic things motivate me? I answered the former, because the latter has too many uncertainty variables for me to consider. She asked if I had anyone to financially rely on. I swallowed hard for this question because technically I do - my dad's paying for my college - but at the same time, I'm trying to be more independent and do things by myself, so not really.
She talked about how I seemed like a nice person, but how, to really get to know me, I had to do a series of things to get financial stability and be debt free - which was totally understandable. And my first assignment? To read a small business book.
"Do I have to...memorize the content of this book to prepare for a test?" I asked hesitantly, flipping through the contents of the book. Writing it now, I don't remember the name of it, but it's by a Japanese author. The book is currently sitting on the table in my dorm. I didn't want to read it or be reminded of the newfound horror I have. Zadian. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. You have to read the rest of the entry to understand what I mean.
"No!" She laughed. "No, this is just to get you more open minded. Don't take anything in this book to literal heart. It's more for your understanding than anything." Then what's the point of reading it if the content is not important? I thought. Strange. Really weird and strange. I said nothing.
Outwardly, I smiled and nodded. I'll play along with her farce, see how it goes. It just felt off to me. I think I'm being a little bit delusional and overly cautious, so I'll see how this pans out before eliminating any idea of disappearing and becoming another ghost.
Besides, I have nothing to lose reading this book, but at the same time, it'll pile up along with my other assignments - those are more important than the unimportant book work she assigned me. Still, I can't shake off the wariness that's embedding itself in my skin. Something is definitely off-putting about her.
Zadian, in turn, remarked highly of the people who took her under their wing and gave her some form of mentorship, but that's where the trail ends dry. There's no dropped mention of their names, no hints on what they own, if they work under someone or are noteworthy to be known on the web. I slightly doubt their existence more.
She talked about how they were millionaires, a couple that never worked a day in their life. Any direct questions I asked about them, about their work or how was that even possible, she answered vaguely. I ended up having more questions than I do have answers - that idea seemed more of a storybook concept than a reality I thought I'd ever face.
In truth, Zadian seems like a ball of sketch and shady, but I can't figure out what she's even talking about. How can someone, who has never worked a day in their lives, be a millionaire? It's not inherited money. It's not from stocks. Simply business. I'm convinced that this couple is part of the mafia which would explain them not working. Zadian sounds like she's hazing me, doing a series of tests before recruiting me into their cult. She regards them highly, almost as if the very group they step on is made of gold. She made it seem like they had all the right answers, know what they're doing, and I'll be honest, I'm highly skeptical.
I asked her if they helped her thus far, in anything. And she replied, "Holistically, yes."
"What does...What does holistically mean?" Her face brightened up. "I asked the same question when they were telling me this!" She seemed surprised that we could come up with the same questions. I masked how unnerved I was with this pointless conversation. It wasn't going any place in the way I was steering it. She knew more about me than I did her and it seemed unfair.
"Holistically, like advice on your life. Dating advice, if you had a fight with your parents, for instance, how to go about it. All sorts of things." Just then, my phone buzzed. I checked it under the table while half remaining eye-contact from our shared impenetrable stare. Her zoned on longer and impeccably sharper than I preferred. Just a notification, I mused. "What's wrong?" She asked, noticing I was looking down on my phone. "Oh, nothing!" I waved it off dismissively. She peered into me, skeptical. I plastered on a smile. "It was just a notification. Go on to what you were saying?"
She continued manically explaining it more and responding to any question I had. The one noteworthy piece about all of this is that any time the conversation shifts to the couple, she gets this dreamy lit up expression on her face. Her voice is animated and a little louder, a little more excited. She looks almost as if she worships or reveres them. I can't fathom this, the thought of thinking them - anyone - like that rubs me the wrong way. She's like a fangirl and I can't sicken myself into being a follower of someone, hopelessly besetting any commands or orders they have and giving into them. No. I don't want to be like her. Zadian's personality is off-putting. I know there's something she's holding back and I feel more withdrawn than before.
The one thing she reiterated before leaving is that before they invest in me, they needed to make sure I was considering them as a first priority and not as an "option." When I told Landon that, he said "that's sketch" and that "your first priority should be your academics." Tell that to Zadian and her suffocating mentors. Word on Landon, sketch on every single part of this arrangement.
It just seems odd that I would consider some random person I just met on the streets of Chicago my first priority.
Zadian's a little peculiar. I think I'm going to get my toes wet a little more before I hang out with her again. Or eliminate any possibility of doing so.
This entry is getting a bit long. I might do another part to this. I'll leave it off here for now.
And as always, imagine valiantly, sweethearts.
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