Zero-sum days...
Since my peers are discussing dreams, I'll go ahead and get on the bandwagon and tell of mine from a couple mornings ago. First off, I don't normally dream much, and when I do, I don't generally remember anything about them, and then it's never for more than a few minutes into a waking state, nor is it ever really about people I know. That being said, here's one weird example:
Skip and I are, for some unknown reason, driving in Manhattan. He's in front, driving, I'm in the back directly behind him (does that make him the catcher?) We're heading North on Central Park West, with the park on our right, as though we're heading to Tavern on the Green. He's shirtless, lord only knows why, and while we're driving, he turns almost all the way around in the seat and hangs his elbows over the seat back to say something to me, while gesturing with his hands. Naturally, I'm mortified, as the car's still hurtling down the road, and we're fast approaching a large moving type truck. I'm barking (figuratively) at him and gesticulating pretty frantically to turn the hell around and pay attention, we're bound to hit something. He dismissively waves me off with a "Yeah, yeah" kind of hand motion. He finishes his point, turns around, sees that we're about to hit a guy loading a motorcycle onto said truck in the middle of Central Park West, for completely unknown reasons. He then very nonchalantly brakes the car at about 110% capacity, and manages to all but stall it, but hauls it down to where we just barely tap the ramp in this land barge of an old American car we're driving. WTF?!
Granted, it's probably got the most latently homosexual overtones of the dreams I've heard about recently, but I'm hoping it really means the opposite, kind of like they always say the death card in tarot doesn't really mean death. Hrm...why can't I remember the ones with the hot women?!
In other news, had quite an extensive conversation with Amy today about my lifestyle choices and the repercussions it's had on our friendship. It was a sobering discussion, to say the least. Talked to a couple fir friends about it afterward, and they both asked how it made me feel. Naturally, it got my defenses up, and we weren't able to have a meaningful conversation, but overall, I think it was a push...I feel better for having spoken to her about it, especially if it bothers her, but I'm concerned about the lasting effects on our relationship. Guess we'll see how it goes.
Also spoke with another longtime friend, who learned of this link, and claims that as she read it and saw the associated criteria, I was the first person she thought of...who knows, stranger things have happened! Maybe I'll put in for it, but that would just further play into Amy's "sex addict" theory...
I really need to do my taxes, before I lose another year's worth of refunds...
I wonder if there's some yet-undiscovered condition that's the procrastinator's version of OCD/OCHD, because I'm pretty sure I have it. Ah well, I'll look into it next week.
Well, it's now well after 0800, and I'm not tired...maybe I should stay up and try and do something...bleh. Who are we kidding here? G'night....
Skip and I are, for some unknown reason, driving in Manhattan. He's in front, driving, I'm in the back directly behind him (does that make him the catcher?) We're heading North on Central Park West, with the park on our right, as though we're heading to Tavern on the Green. He's shirtless, lord only knows why, and while we're driving, he turns almost all the way around in the seat and hangs his elbows over the seat back to say something to me, while gesturing with his hands. Naturally, I'm mortified, as the car's still hurtling down the road, and we're fast approaching a large moving type truck. I'm barking (figuratively) at him and gesticulating pretty frantically to turn the hell around and pay attention, we're bound to hit something. He dismissively waves me off with a "Yeah, yeah" kind of hand motion. He finishes his point, turns around, sees that we're about to hit a guy loading a motorcycle onto said truck in the middle of Central Park West, for completely unknown reasons. He then very nonchalantly brakes the car at about 110% capacity, and manages to all but stall it, but hauls it down to where we just barely tap the ramp in this land barge of an old American car we're driving. WTF?!
Granted, it's probably got the most latently homosexual overtones of the dreams I've heard about recently, but I'm hoping it really means the opposite, kind of like they always say the death card in tarot doesn't really mean death. Hrm...why can't I remember the ones with the hot women?!
In other news, had quite an extensive conversation with Amy today about my lifestyle choices and the repercussions it's had on our friendship. It was a sobering discussion, to say the least. Talked to a couple fir friends about it afterward, and they both asked how it made me feel. Naturally, it got my defenses up, and we weren't able to have a meaningful conversation, but overall, I think it was a push...I feel better for having spoken to her about it, especially if it bothers her, but I'm concerned about the lasting effects on our relationship. Guess we'll see how it goes.
Also spoke with another longtime friend, who learned of this link, and claims that as she read it and saw the associated criteria, I was the first person she thought of...who knows, stranger things have happened! Maybe I'll put in for it, but that would just further play into Amy's "sex addict" theory...
I really need to do my taxes, before I lose another year's worth of refunds...
I wonder if there's some yet-undiscovered condition that's the procrastinator's version of OCD/OCHD, because I'm pretty sure I have it. Ah well, I'll look into it next week.
Well, it's now well after 0800, and I'm not tired...maybe I should stay up and try and do something...bleh. Who are we kidding here? G'night....
posted by Gene at 8:20 AM
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