- Last night was the night of Weird Dreams.
- Ex.: I dreamt that I was back at my childhood home–the dearest and best beloved spot in the world–and all of its greenness had faded and been bleached by drought. Also, I think I was about twelve years old again. But, defying all reason, the lake was still full and clear and glassy, and I knew the only way the gardens were to be saved was by laboriously carrying water up the hill from the lake. And with mingled desperation and determination, I gathered together as many watering cans as I supposed I could carry full, and put them on a make-shift wagon, and went down to the lake. But on my way there, I was beset by so many distractions! I had the tools, and the purpose, but couldn’t make the two meet. It was a more harrowing dream than I’ve had in a long time, to know that I was the only one who could save that little plot of land that I loved, and that I couldn’t even work up the strength of will and focus to get down to the lake. I was baffled by this dream when I woke up, but it’s all making a good deal of sense now.
- Houseguests are fun. We went to Boulder and had a frivolous day, and I’m feeling like I spent far too much money. But really, I spent no more than was absolutely required by circumstance.
- Also, I could really use a new pair of jeans. I’ve actually worked a hole into the knee of one of my only two pairs–I’ve never worn through the knees of a pair of pants before. But great as the need may be, I don’t feel like spending the money. This, I think, must be a sign that I’m growing up.
- Being a girl, it can be kind of hard at times to realize that though you may have turned a few heads along the way, you’ve never ever turned a heart. Especially when everyone around you seems to gather up so many infatuated young swains that they become a nuisance. I know, I know, you girls who have to beat off admirers and take to wearing middle eastern veils may not be able fathom this–but the ignored girl can’t help but feel that it might be a nice and novel sort of nuisance to have to deal with once in awhile.
- And now I’m off.
A lighter bill of fare…
June 9, 2009 by Marissa
Bravo on the jeans thing. I love buying clothes, and I hate buying clothes. I always feel guilty after I do, and then sometimes resentful that I feel guilty when I have very few clothes to my name, comparatively speaking. Of course, comparing myself to other places and cultures… that helps.
I know PRECISELY what you mean with that second to last paragraph. Except, I didn’t necessarily know precisely, until a couple weeks ago, for at least you’ve turned heads. That is a major accomplishment. Me, I never had such a happenstance happen in my life. Until several weeks ago. At which point, I grinned foolishly and decided I could now die happy.
I know JUST how you feel.
No matter how shabby and worn-out my clothes get to looking, I still feel guilty to go and buy new. One day I spent $15 on a not-quite-necessary but very cute springy green cardigan, and I had been sitting on an e-mail from World Help about contributing $15 to buy a needy child a pair of shoes so I spontaneously decided to do that, too. But oh! If we spent as much on other people as we do ourselves. . !
This is an old post, but I couldn’t help commenting.
*quote* I know, I know, you girls who have to beat off admirers and take to wearing middle eastern veils may not be able fathom this–but the ignored girl can’t help but feel that it might be a nice and novel sort of nuisance to have to deal with once in awhile.
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Amen! It doesn’t seem quite fair all the admirers my sisters and some of my friends get, while I don’t notice any guy taking any special notice of me. *pouts* My dad says that my time will come, and I suppose that it will. But if a girl is 21 and hasn’t had any guy pursue her to any degree, it’s a little hard on the self-esteem. Makes me wonder what’s wrong with me! Anyway, sob story over.
I’m afraid I have no problem making myself buy clothes. I tend to spend too much money on clothes, actually. *sheepish* My shopping days for the year are over, though. I’ve determined to save all the money possible this fall/winter. I have plenty of clothes and such for the winter, so I don’t have any need to spend any money.
Enough rambling…
~Carrie