I realize it is now Tuesday. Don't judge me...
Last night I had what I can only seem to refer to as the most uncalled for dream to cross my mind in recent memory. Not a nightmare. But one of those in which the sytch is all too real and you know that this one is gonna stick with you for years. It went something like this:Act 1
- I'm at the wedding of a friend I love dearly but don't get to see or speak to nearly as often as I'd like.
- The wedding has a strange vibe because the ppl getting hitched have only known each other for like 5 months. No one is preggers. They just really wanna live this dream asap.
- This friend and I use to have life talks all the time. At the time of the wedding we haven't spoken for months. We do not speak during or for several months after the wedding.
At this point I wake up, feel really pissed because I think the person getting married is an idiot for doing so, and I go back to sleep.
Act 2
- Said friend and I finally meet up for a chill sesh.
- We BS for a while about life.
- Friend doesn't seem particularly excited in seeing me. It feels more like its a chore for them to get togeth with me.
- The convo is awkward because they refuse to talk about their marriage or decisions leading up to it. The topics of convo are vapid and frustrating.
- They finally reveal that they have recently had a series of convos with people in which it has been decided that it is probably in the best interest of this friend to cease contact with me. There is no precipitating incident for this action. The friend simply sees it as time for them to move on.
I die. Not in the dream, obvi. But when I wake up for sure. Emotionally drained to the max. Bordering on tears.
It's been hours since I've woken and it still feels like someone kicked me in the gut while wearing stylish yet affordable boots.
The moral of this story? Missing people sucks. Necessary and real life? Sure. But officially in the top three on my list of "M's Least Favorite Things in the History of Life: Rated R."
- I'm at the wedding of a friend I love dearly but don't get to see or speak to nearly as often as I'd like.
- The wedding has a strange vibe because the ppl getting hitched have only known each other for like 5 months. No one is preggers. They just really wanna live this dream asap.
- This friend and I use to have life talks all the time. At the time of the wedding we haven't spoken for months. We do not speak during or for several months after the wedding.
At this point I wake up, feel really pissed because I think the person getting married is an idiot for doing so, and I go back to sleep.
Act 2
- Said friend and I finally meet up for a chill sesh.
- We BS for a while about life.
- Friend doesn't seem particularly excited in seeing me. It feels more like its a chore for them to get togeth with me.
- The convo is awkward because they refuse to talk about their marriage or decisions leading up to it. The topics of convo are vapid and frustrating.
- They finally reveal that they have recently had a series of convos with people in which it has been decided that it is probably in the best interest of this friend to cease contact with me. There is no precipitating incident for this action. The friend simply sees it as time for them to move on.
I die. Not in the dream, obvi. But when I wake up for sure. Emotionally drained to the max. Bordering on tears.
It's been hours since I've woken and it still feels like someone kicked me in the gut while wearing stylish yet affordable boots.
The moral of this story? Missing people sucks. Necessary and real life? Sure. But officially in the top three on my list of "M's Least Favorite Things in the History of Life: Rated R."
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