Sunday, April 30, 2006
So You Go and Stand on Your Own
Wow. It seems like everyone has been dreaming lately. Saw a lot of posts about dreams. I've been keeping them up myself, too. I don't know where its all been coming from, unless its just fitful sleeping or I'm just in one of those "heightened awareness" states. Either way, its both comforting and a little odd.
I'm also being a little lazy, so I'm going to post a small meme, but its really for you if you want to, and maybe, if you want, you can tell me the same, or whatever. I found this jewel on Perpet's site. its cute. Leave a comment and:
1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
I've been thinking lately, and I wonder if I am self centered. I was thinking this, because, asI reply to emails, I generally reply to news, or follow up questions with an anctdote about my experience. I tend to do this in comments as well. Am I narccissistic, or is that my odd way of relating? I wonder. Do you think I am self centered? [for the record, I know its not all about me]
Work, as always, is ongoing. The better I get the more I enjoy it [and you can get better at waitressing, I promise] There's a new hostess who drives me batty, she lies to your face, makes a lot of mistakes and in general does a lot of things that rub me the wrong way. I'm trying to be nice, I am, but she makes me want to tear out my hair. Its also been a week since I saw Preacher Man's parents in the store, and I found myself dreading the thought of running into them again. Ever since I saw them he's been in the back of my mind, and thinking of him is never plesant for me. It makes me sick, honestly.
I also ran into a female, erm, friend, from my past. I dont know if you want to call her a failed attempt, or a friend, or what, either way, it was akward, and it made me feel strange. Like after all this time I've never made anything more of myself. But I know I have, which is important. Right? An dI am making more of myself all the time. To me, I suppose, I ought to be glad to know you can tell I am clean, sober and happy. I weigh more, I look better. And I am not nearly as crazy as I used to be. *sigh* bridges burned, eh? Never a plesant thought.
On a more pleasureable topic, its been raining, and although the pollen count is high, the flowers are blooming and I really can smell the honeysuckle I dreamed about earlier in the week. My dogs are more sprightly, I feel better, even. I do like rain, especially when I can curl up with tea and a book and enjoy the time inside. Falling alseep to the sound of the rain is one of my favorite things to do. If it weren't raining so hard I think I'd open up my windows and let the smell of the rain come in. I know I claim to loathe springtime, but sometimes its almost bearable. Especially the rain.
Right, then. Leave a comment, tell me if you want to play the meme, and we'll get back to eachother, right?
Sending the lot of you a huge hug.
Posted by Alecya G at 3:12 PM