Not at all. You have me interested now.
It’s not weird at all. I’m glad I could help. Being a nearly-graduated psych major, I am happy to take on any and all issues brought to me by friends/readers/etc, and I make a solid attempt to write down solutions to my own problems and experiences in the hopes that someone may find them helpful :) (<- one of the only times I will actually use a smiley face on this site.)
Do I ever have dreams? After 7 and before 18, not really. Ritalin made me a super light sleeper for a long time, but since then I have begun to have really lucid dreams. If you were referring to dreams in terms of goals, I’ve always had plenty of them.
OH YEAH
Need a boost in persuasion to demonstrate your creative savvy? The Don Draper rubber stamp puts the legendary CD’s seal of approval on whatever you managed to dream up in your last whiskey-induced stupor.
Because if he can’t be railing at you in real life, his overbearing grimace can at least stand with you in ink. All yours for a paltry $26.50!
Via @JulienViel.
I’m recalling my first-ever visit to Whitehall. It was the weekend before class started the fall before last, and the only thing I vividly remember is walking home through a field with Nick and Dan, helping to make sure Berkley didn’t fall over. ‘Twas a good night, but now it seems more like a lifetime ago.The social landscape and dynamics shift pretty suddenly In a town where no one stays for more than a half decade. But we don’t see that change here like a landmark that is bulldozed and built over. We only walk into an empty room where our friends once stood, inviting us in for a night that we will barely remember when we leave this town. It all looks the same, but the warmth and whatever adolescent energy we doled out so carefully has left it, and who knows how much of our youth we still carry around with us, tucked in close to our chests, so as not to spill any drop without carefully considering its worth. We never know when that last drop will fall and we will find ourselves too far into adulthood to let ourselves loose with wild abandon on those warm breezy nights, running and dancing and playing around fires and in the dark like the untamed creatures we knew ourselves to be.
And that more or less captures how I feel about life and the people I know right now. Where is our wild and reckless spirit we once had? Can we just point ourselves in a direction and let go for just one night like we used to? No fighting, no disappointments, just go and drink in everything and be free and ravenous for experience. That is the thing that I crave right now. I’ve finally put a face to what I want.
Using better imagery to come up with your dumb single person angst quotes. Having single’s anxiety is no reason to pick poorly developed metaphors to describe the way you’re feeling. It certainly won’t help you land an intelligent boyfriend any sooner, now will it?
To have a hyperactive sense of your own duality? I feel like there is a very crisp separation between my good side and my evil side, with just enough room to stand on in the middle. It’s almost like in any given situation, I can tell you what the virtuous me would do, and what the diabolical me would do. There’s something else too. It always seems as if there is a whiplash to being on either extreme. Being the good me will last for a while, but when I fall to the other side, which is an inevitability, I really fall to the other side, equally as bad as I was good. Thus I sit in the middle, with either side making attempts to coax me to go for a swim. If I can help it, all I’ll ever do is test the water.
“I’m gonna watch you, and you, and I don’t know what you are but I’m gonna watch you too!”
I acquired currency. Pool time.
