Hehe, you said "Duty"
It is 9:00 am, there is nearly a half of foot of snow on the ground, and I was violently awoken from a spectacular dream by the Super Mario Bros. 1 Theme song. God damn. As I lie awake in bed, Adam explained to me the situation of the snow, yet all I could think about was the tail end of the dream I had caught.
In previous psychology classes, my professors have stated that everyone has 3-4 dreams per night, as a cycle we go through many different stages, and there is no one who "doesn't dream." A technique to remembering your dreams, or consciously experiencing them is to wake up slightly before or after when you would normally, as your body can slip into a natural cycle of ending a dream just before you normally get up.
That is what happened today. I was awoken mid dream, and what it was was funny, and a bit scary. The setting is in a place that I have never been, Virgina Hall's Attic, and the earliest part of the dream I can remember included some of my friends who live there, and one not so friend. For some reason I wanted everyone to go on ahead downstairs before me, to which I stayed behind for a moment. I explored the area, as anyone would, and happened upon a small pumpkin shaped glass bowl filled with tangerine slices in a heavy sugar syrup. At this point in time, I broke from first person to third person as the "not so friend" decided I had spent enough time alone in an all girls dorm and began to walk up the stairs to yell at me.Now being omniscant in a dream is what it is all about, I take her queue of walking up the first step, and moving in speed undescribable to me, I managed to jump down the four fleights of stairs to cut her off, apparently as silent as a ninja. Right as I was about to seek revenge Mario chimed in.
Before I had reached for the phone, I took a moment to quickly remember the dream so that I could relay this onto Apex, to which he replied "I get that you're a nice guy and all, but that is only because society has molded you into that. I can totally see you as a viking, with your horned hat slicing people and stuff." Now this is much the description of Marv's description in Sin City. However, I have always thought of myself as some sort of guard, perhaps a royal guard who protected the queen; and if reincarnation is true, that just might have been the case.
Now onto the point!
I have always felt a strong sense of duty and protection. Even from the tender age of 3, I felt the need to protect people. Of course, at the age of 3 the only people you know are your parents and odd children about your house. Now, I'm no momma's boy by anyones standards, when I was 3 I never wanted to go anywhere. Not with my father, or grandparents, anyone. I was aware at the time why that was, but I have never told anyone. I didn't want anything to happen to my mom, and I was determined to prevent anything from happening.
All 2 foot 30 lbs of me wanted to protect someone, I would have done a bang up job... but it didn't stop there. Throughout growing up I have found myself risking my neck to save someone else, stopping bullies, taking the blame, and so much more. This leads me to the argument of nature vs. nurture, are we merely what our genetics make us to be, or are we molded into the people we are?
For the sake of nature, lets tear down nurture, shall we? I was not raised to be a knight, or a protector of any kind. I was raised as a hard worker of a noble man and woman. They are not perfect, but they did their job and provided me with love. However, with teaching me to look out for myself, and with the media showing nothing but loners, and abadonment it seems unlikely I was molded to have this sense of duty. I am quite dumbfounded myself.
The Nature argument says that we are who we are, nothing can change our behavior because it has been ours forever. This leads me to wonder, am I a 6'2" 257 "giant" as some would put it, for a reason? Has my genetics realized that my brain is wired to want to protect and it allowed me to become a suitable size to do so? Who knows.
The only thing I am aware of is I only get this sense of duty around those who I actually care about. People can have millions of friends, but if none are close friends they are truly alone. My case is I do get close friends, and those are the ones who I wish to protect. As much as the website states, I assure you I am not psychotic, nor do I wish to be injured or die. I will, however, do practically anything in my power to prevent anyone from harming those who I care about; and if it leads to my demise, so be it.
So if you ever had the urge to hurt someone I care about, well... I'll see you on the battlefield.