So I’ve mentioned before that I have a pretty insanely-vivid dream-life. I also tend to dream about people when I have unresolved issues with them.
Well for general background info, I haven’t heard a word from the people I thought were my ‘close’ friends in quite a few weeks. Actually the last time I saw them was when i had a fight with P1 and was really gut-wrenchingly upset and called one of them because I needed a friend. And they were so busy having fun that I ended up spending the evening sitting in the corner, fending off the Jamaican (he wants to marry me, and he doesn’t believe in showering, which makes for a highly unpleasant combo). I ended up just going home and eventually sorting things out with P1 quite quickly because I’d missed talking to him so much that we kind of put the fight on hold to have a conversation about nothing in particular until we could sit down properly, by which time fighting seemed silly.
Anyway yesterday, while lying on the couch I did the unthinkable and checked facebook, where I got to see how much fun they’d been having all weekend at various social functions, none-of-which I’d cracked an invitation to. Childish I know but it upset me, and stayed niggling the back of my mind for the rest of the day.
So unsurprisingly I spent the night dreaming about them. And not the normal escaping-from-the-giraffes-while-picking-blueberries kind of dreams. I dreamed about yelling at them, all of them, even Leia, who fought with me months ago, but it bothers me that she has made no effort to even try to sort things out.
I woke up feeling furious with everyone and I ended up having it out with about four different people today.
And now I’m exhausted. Being angry is hard work.
In the meantime I have storypeople, which has the most amazing little gems:
“the problem with polar fleece is that it gets absorbed into your body after a few months & even exercise won't get rid of it, she said, & there's nothing more depressing than a polar fleece body”
“She saw herself reflected in the store window & then the sun changed & she disappeared & all she could see was her eyes & she remembered thinking, I make a very nice floor lamp & that was the day she decided to quit her job.”
“I used to think about starting a religion until I figured out who'd be my followers & I wouldn't hang out with those people if you paid me.”
“I'm just going to hide here in this paper bag until death comes, she said. It could be a long time, I said. There was a pause & then her head popped out. You think I should have a hobby while I wait? she said.”