March 13, 2005 @ 8:49 pm by sean
I haven’t gotten that little sleep for one straight week in all my life. I’ve never had such small(but delicious) meals consitently for one straight week. I spent what seemed like nearly half of each day in a car. I only read two and half chapters of one book the entire week. The death of Trollywood came far more immediate than necessary. It was never warm enough for me to take off my hoody. Georgia was absolutely freezing. We got back and departed ways within a half hour and the air was very cold and the wind very strong and the snow very incessant. I didn’t have very many lenghty conversations. The campground was made for silly campers instead of tents.
But there wasn’t one instance where I thought I’d rather the trip was just over so we could get home. I never wished I’d gone somewhere else. And I’m not complaining. I have many great things to say about the trip.
The night we got back I slept in my clothes because I wished the trip wasn’t over. And a note from Honey Queen found in my bag while unpacking kept the spirit of the trip alive a little longer.
I was with friends, and that made the trip amazing. I don’t need the worlds best camping to have a great time. I don’t need perfect weather. I don’t need sufficient sleep. I don’t need stomach repletion. I don’t need occupations. I don’t need destinations. The trip was the destination. The trip was the occupation. The only thing that bothered me about the trip, was the friends who needed occupations and destinations to be happy, and didn’t find me or the other company of friends enough to be content. The only times I was unhappy was when in the presence of others who were unhappy, because then I had trouble forgetting that friends were enough, because it was friends who were reminding me that friends weren’t enough.
For all those who forgot, ignored, or were intentionally not taught, this is from the Traditions and Encounters volume II text book on world history, dealing with the war of 1812:
‘U.S. military leaders assumed they could easily invade and conquer Canada to pressure their foes. Despite the greater resources of the Unites Staes, however, Canadian forces repelled U.S. incursions. Their victories promoted a sense of Canadian pride, and anti-U.S. sentiments became a means for covering over differences amoung French Canadians and British Canadians.’
Not only does this explain why Canadians still detest the U.S., but it also explains why Americans intrinsically despise Canada; they thought they were just a bunch of pushovers and instead got their butts kicked.
The word for that is ‘pique.’ Look it up in the OED, either noun 1 or verb 1. The definition in the actual book is something like resentment from hurt pride. I’d have to say that definition is perfect.