taking responsibility for your inactions is just as important a part of being an adult as taking responsibility for your actions
Last night I had two dreams.
In the first, I was in what appeared to be a disaster movie-type scenario involving flooding. I don’t remember the disaster happening, and it seemed to be of a global scale, so it was either a low-budget dream, or the first act of one that I decided I wasn’t interested in and thus moved on. I remember lots of preparation and some vague global-warming causes being posited, but it may also have been influenced by the trailer for Darren Aronofsky’s Noah that I watched recently.
In the second dream, I had taken a second job at the second run movie theater I once worked at to earn some extra money. On my first shift back I worked entirely without pants, in boxers (which I don’t wear anymore - dreams!), and no one noticed or said a thing. There wasn’t any anxiety on my part about my pantslessness, just a curiosity or… active wonder as to when my state would be found out. Also, one of my coworkers was an old man with a ponytail who wore a fanny pack.
1. To read a really good Space Opera.
I’ve been an avid SF fan my whole life, but it is kinda ridiculous how much I just wanna read a big ol’ spacey adventure with ships, lasers, and intrigues. I think this is a seasonal thing, actually, as I’ve recognized a pattern the last couple years, where I’ll get really into horror/thriller fiction in the later summer-early fall and then maybe a week or two after the end of October I’ll just want to lose myself in the infinite ocean of future space. SPACE! SPACESPACESPACE.
2. To share a bed with someone.
I don’t even mean in a sexual manner. Just to be able to feel the warmth and touch of another person and to have that human connection is something I have a strong desire for at the moment. Of course, this kind of thing takes a lot more work, trust, and many other factors that put it significantly further out of reach than buying a book on Amazon. I would try the Amazon of relationships a third time, but despite the very real successes others I know have had, I still don’t know if I’ve squared myself with how it made me feel about reducing people to percentages and a scattering of likes.