Whatever, whatever I blog what I want!
I had the most heart wrenching dream yesterday morning. I was at home on my bed cuddling with my dog lily, who passed away recently. What made it horrible was the fact that I was completely aware that it was a dream. My mom came in to the room in my dream, and I told her I had to soak up every moment with lily because I knew she was already gone (in real life). Needless to say, I was sobbing in the dream, and woke up sobbing. It was spooky how real the dream felt. I’ve been missing her so much, much more than I ever imagined I would. I knew she was old. But it’s so unreal to not have her in my world anymore.
n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.
My body is so tired and hurts and I wanna stay in bed all day but I have to work and deal with ridiculous people all day instead. And I just want to complain about it to the internet void.
That little tail wag kills me
How do adults make new friends? Like seriously? Real friends that share your sense of humor and like similar activities, that can like, actively participate in your life and help make you a better person? I don’t even talk to at least 90% of my “friends” on Facebook, and the few that I do see/communicate with on a regular basis are kinda shitty.. Other friends that I used to be close with live far away and have whole other lives. Too bad I’m so horrible at being a loner. Oh well.