Ain’t life a bitch?
I so hate it when life gets in the way of passion. Unfortunately in order to afford passions however, one must either work or be extremely lucky. In my case, I must conform to the prior of the two.
So, a lot of things have been going on as of late, and rather than ramble about a bunch of crap that you'd probably rather not read about, I'll make a truncated list that I may readdress at a later time.
- I shot my first fashion spread for the digital magazine, Joie (will update when spread is published)
- My childhood best friend got married
- The Westboro Baptist Church protested the lives of gays and sinners on Ohio State's campus causing me to make some over-generalized comments and upset a friend or two (sorry Jackie)
- I haven't finished writing my next Dear Lucy yet (sorry Lucy), but I soon will!
- I keep having the same recurring dream (is that redundant?), and it's on an ever-increasing basis
While at some point I'd like to broach a few of those above bullet points, right now I'd like to share a brief story concerning the last on the list.
My college career was never a walk in the park. I spent nearly six years and more money than I care to think about for the opportunity to walk across a stage in front of an auditorium full of people and be handed a piece of paper saying that I'm now an eligible recipient of the respect of others.
I began a computer science major and ended up with a communications degree. There were also two other failed majors sandwiched in between. However it wasn't necessarily a lack of understanding of the coursework, rather it was my recognizing early on that practical experience was far more valuable than getting an 'A' on exam after exam. And thus, my studying took a backseat to my work at the campus radio station, my work at the campus newspaper, my administrative work for Kent State Student Media, and not to mention my film work.
Needless to say, loose ends may have somewhere slipped between the cracks, which brings me to a dream that has been haunting me since not long after my day of graduation. The setting varies from dream to dream, but the plot elements remain the same.
I find myself in the last semester of my college career. I am taking a normal course load and seem to be doing quite well. However hanging over my head is a feeling of dread, which I find to be an interesting sensation to feel such a weight on my conscience whilst in a dream.
This dread I feel stems from the fact that I haven't gone to one of my classes, a music class of all things, in several weeks. The semester nears a close and I panic at the notion that should I not pass the class, I will not graduate and will have to continue on in my already extended college career.
Now, it wouldn't be permissible for me to say that the above dream sequence doesn't stem from an element of truth, not if I want at least a bit of amateur psychotherapeutic help that is. However I don't want to be too honest so as to not shape any theories that you might be willing to share.
My thoughts? From a purely psychological standpoint, I feel that my subconscious may be striving to tell me there is a past emotion or agenda that I have left unresolved, but I'm far from a dream expert.
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Next time I'll be talking about the Fraternal Order of Saints.
