It's a pretty regular occurance in my life that if I have a busy period of time on my schedule, nothing will actually happen. Chalk another one up for that. I had about four different engagements that were supposed to be going on over the past two weeks, and only one ended up happening. Of course, it was the least exciting of them, dinner for my mom's birthday. Nice and homey, yes, but not exciting. I did get to meet my sister's boyfriend, though. He seems like kind of a tool. Talks in an awful lot of syllables: I never heard him answer a question "yes" the entire three-days weekend I was at home. Always "Well, yes, I should say so." or at absolute minimum, "Rather." I give him the benefit of the doubt an assume he's nervous. It seems like meeting your girlfriend's family would be difficult. I've never done it and not had the outcome a forgone conclusion. Both R and E's parents hated me right off, on the bases of being not Chinese and not fundamentalist Christian, respectively. It's hard to be nervous when you know the outcome has nothing to do with you.
Jumping topics, I had the one recurring dream of mine again. For anyone who likes to play armchair psychologist, I semi-regularly (though not frequently) dream that I've woken up entirely too late for something. Not a little behind, totally late. It's never something that's actually coming up, but something that's already happened. This time, first day at work. I'm not upset or rushing, just resigned and sort of annoyed that it's irreversible. I discuss it with a similarly out-of-date acquaintance (this time, a girl from the high school reunion a couple weeks ago). Then I wake up, and within a second or so I realize it's not real. Opinions?
Jumping topics, I had the one recurring dream of mine again. For anyone who likes to play armchair psychologist, I semi-regularly (though not frequently) dream that I've woken up entirely too late for something. Not a little behind, totally late. It's never something that's actually coming up, but something that's already happened. This time, first day at work. I'm not upset or rushing, just resigned and sort of annoyed that it's irreversible. I discuss it with a similarly out-of-date acquaintance (this time, a girl from the high school reunion a couple weeks ago). Then I wake up, and within a second or so I realize it's not real. Opinions?