Why am I awake at such an unreasonable hour? Yuck. I seem to wake up this time every day now. No work today, so that's dandy (Martin Luther King Day, in case you were all like 'Oh, bollocks, did I forget to get my ladyfriend a box of chocolates?! But I dunno why I'm using British lingo when MLK Day is an American holiday lol)
I just had a dream that I got to do my birthday party over (the real one was last weekend). In my dreamy perfect version, my ex came (instead of being in the hospital with a lung infection) and we made out for hours, there was NO loudmouthed attention whore of a friend that insulted people (in reality, some friends left because of him), I got completely sloshed (I barely reached tipsy bc I was so distracted by aforementioned friend and absence of the ex), and everyone had a dandy time.
Dreams are so much better than real life. What if dreams really ARE alternate realities? I want into that one! I'm on the wrong side of reality...that's why everyone finds me so unlike anyone else they know....I don't belong here.
Anyway....I'm 26 now. I'm single. People are getting married, popping out offspring. Part of me envies the simplicity of belonging as a set, of starting a family unit. Another part of me wants to load a backpack with all I need to survive (which, if I think about it, is very few items) and go. Backpack around the U.S., hop a plane to Europe and live on the road. It's so romantic in my head, but I'm sure it would be a struggle. An adventure, no doubt, but a struggle.
I wish we lived in safer times, where just existing wasn't such a hazard. Kerouac, eat your heart out.
I just had a dream that I got to do my birthday party over (the real one was last weekend). In my dreamy perfect version, my ex came (instead of being in the hospital with a lung infection) and we made out for hours, there was NO loudmouthed attention whore of a friend that insulted people (in reality, some friends left because of him), I got completely sloshed (I barely reached tipsy bc I was so distracted by aforementioned friend and absence of the ex), and everyone had a dandy time.
Dreams are so much better than real life. What if dreams really ARE alternate realities? I want into that one! I'm on the wrong side of reality...that's why everyone finds me so unlike anyone else they know....I don't belong here.
Anyway....I'm 26 now. I'm single. People are getting married, popping out offspring. Part of me envies the simplicity of belonging as a set, of starting a family unit. Another part of me wants to load a backpack with all I need to survive (which, if I think about it, is very few items) and go. Backpack around the U.S., hop a plane to Europe and live on the road. It's so romantic in my head, but I'm sure it would be a struggle. An adventure, no doubt, but a struggle.
I wish we lived in safer times, where just existing wasn't such a hazard. Kerouac, eat your heart out.
dead2theworld:
id have to agree about your dream theory..if only.. as far as the world feeling like its moving on without you its really a shitty feeling..especially when the people dont deserve what theyve been giving..as for traveling id love to jus jump in my car and just drive and not look back...well we can always dream right..atleast theres always a comfy bed waiting for us at the end of the night..