Pleeease.
(unless they’re going to make any good sense!)
Yes, the Ever-lasting contrast. Since existence has known, the 'fight' between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good. My fav. contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much – the battle between good & bad never ends… Here we ponder on the tragedy of Dylan Klebold.
(unless they’re going to make any good sense!)
Dylan writes:
“Anyway, you have noticed me a few times, I catch every one of these gazes with an open heart. I think you know who I am by now.”
Dylan means to say that he is receiving her glances in his direction with an open heart. Sadly, this does not necessarily at all mean that ‘she’ knew him as ‘Dylan’ let alone as a person she noticed on campus. And even if they had ‘been together in a report’ in first semester (with just him or a team collaboration? we don’t know the specifics), it may me it was one brief class project and he didn’t really register or ‘click’ for her to remember him or his name. He may have just been one of many kids in the class and he was probably quiet during the report. But in his mind, working with her was everything to him.
He took great notice of her and drinks in the sound of her laughter. So, when Dylan sees her in the hall during 5th period in second semester, and her eyes meet his in a kind of fleeting, unconscious, unknowing glance back in his direction ‘a few times’, to Dylan, he is hoping she will really and truly ‘notice him’ and he is entranced by these brief exchanges between them, it gives him hope.He is hopeful..in his futile fantasies – in receiving their momentary visual exchange with an open heart. Perhaps even saying a little mantra to himself in his mind ‘see me; I love you’. In sending out these signals, he hopes that she will eventually ‘know who he is by now’.
If we can believe what his mother said, that this girl he pined for didn’t know Dylan at all, it would make sense when he opens his suicidal-love letter with this:
“You don’t consciously know who I am, & doubtedly unconsciously too.”
In Dylan-speak, without all the long-winded, flourishy prose: ‘Not only do you not know me consciously as a person your subconscious doesn’t even know me’ . Basically, I don’t even register to you in this world on any level of acknowledgement as a person.
He truly sees her; she sees him but is totally unaware that he sees her.
They liked to smoke weed and they did it if/when they could. But during 1998, they couldn’t do it much, if at all, being in the diversion program. They got alcohol and drug tested regularly. They weren’t pot heads by any means. Mm..I couldn’t really say that one smoked it more than the other..probably about equal as it would be something that’d do together. Dylan probably got more of a buzz than Eric though because he actually inhaled intentionally. I can see Eric not wanting to go all the way with it just like with cigarette smoking. Rebby didn’t like to lose too much control. See more here.,
Google Translate says………..
I am very very important now. Before I go to sleep, I have a good time. I have good hands. My brother. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Oh, I love you. Third time ago, I might get on the bus and go to the zoo. Good night. Last performance I got myself I usually look at this kind of thing in the morning I want to see my brother in the dark I remember the days of the dark crow,
Hmmkay….Interesting thought of the day. lol
I think it was by happenstance that these two families chose to bury their child there for whatever their own personal reasons. Perhaps they felt it was an appropriate place next to all of the crosses of those that died at Columbine. I think they were buried next to each just because of the way it is laid out..just made sense. Dave Sanders is buried there as well. It is a beautiful little section at the very back of a vast cemetery, and I had a tiny but profound, personal spiritual experience there myself while I was paying my respects.
Use the E-C Search and type “cassie” 🙂
My advice is that when it gets to that point of emotional saturation where the line bleeds between yourself and the boys, it’s simply time to take a break from all of this: take the time to step back from Columbine and the tag and do some self care. Get off the computer, go take a walk, write in your journal, mediate, go see a movie, read a book and begin to some ‘me’ time back into your life. Yes, there is a life outside of Columbine – YOUR life. Don’t neglect it. Recognizing the anger and sadness in those boys as your own can become a dangerous, dark dance especially if you are spending so much time in their minds that they begin to bleed into your own. Feeling empathy for the boys is an important part of the process of working through Columbine – for whatever personal reasons brought you to them..but remember that though we feel deeply for those two, we are NOT them. Don’t carry on the burden of their sad and dark feelings for them..they wouldn’t want you to. They are a lesson to learn from not to follow on into their trap of despair. Always make sure to take good care of yourself and put yourself first! I’ve spoken about this before here.
My ideal Columbine video game would be one where the mission objective was saving the Boys from themselves and doing something real stupid and permanent. 🙂
He is a reflection of myself – I am him; he is me… but more simply put, it’s a matter of personal preference. 🙂
Here’s approximately what a spastic Rebby playing soccer would look like. Just imagine there’s a ball. Enjoy! 😉
Eric: Hey, weren’t you wearing a different shirt this morning?
Dylan: Yeah?
Eric: oh.“I was trying not to laugh….”
“Sucks about the mom in there” Aww, Dyl. Only you would remember dear ol’ mom sitting at the breakfast table. lol

and right after what I just said in the other post..*sigh*
No not full-on beaten up by anyone. Eric did get punched in the face but that’s about it.
Dylan might like a girl that looked like him and was like him just as much as he might like a girl that is a contrasting opposite to him. Your guess is as good as mine with hypothetical questions like this. At the end of the day, Dylan would’ve liked a friendly, caring girl liking him back. I don’t know about these types of specific, hypothetical question anymore, tbh…
I think that’s what I was inferring in the previous post. 😉 Brandi would’ve just been that icing-on-he-cake, easy target among the many others blown to kingdom come. Her rejection of him would’ve been her death sentence had he run into her under a library table.
Je vous remercie! J’espère que vous avez une bonne journée aussi! 🙂
Tom asked him if they were giving him a hard time, and Dylan answered with
confidence: “They don’t bother me. I’m six four. But they sure give Eric hell.”
Well, why does Dylan say he’s 6′4 if he measured 6′2.5 at the autopsy?
Honestly, I think arguing a half inch borders on nit picky. Dylan imagined himself closer to 6′4 but I believe 6′3 is a realistic height measurement of the dude while alive and standing up to his full height on his own rather than being a relaxed, lifeless, blood pooled corpse measured out upon a morgue table. Half an inch measure will vary in that regard. 6′2 ½ or 6′3, you’re free to choose which you prefer. *shrugs*
To give you an idea.. I have 202 asks as of this morning..and that is on the low end. So, nothing personal. I really just can’t answer everyone.
As a mater of fact, I may just purge all of them today and start with a clean slate. 🙂 .
Check out April in my archive for those animated gif(t)s. 🙂