writing: yearbooks and IMs

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writing: yearbooks and IMs
06.01.06 (8:50 am)   [edit]

Another dream.  Let me start with a bit of the background first.  Anthony and I went to elementary and jr high school together.  He was popular in an edgy way.  He was loud and listened to loud music and swore- all things that added up to him not being high in my book.  Nonetheless, he has a special place in my heart to this day.  There's something to doing what you want, screw the consequences.  So anyways, the memory associated with him that stands out the most was when we were all signing yearbooks at the end of 5th grade.  Anthony was writing something like "Practice safe sex" to everyone in class, my friend warned me, but whether it was out of stubbornness or giving him the benefit of the doubt, I offered him mine as well, and he wrote "Have a great summer."  See what can happen?  People never cease to amaze me.  Now, I don't know what he was thinking- whether he was watching out for/protecting me or could see sex was not on my mind or whatnot, but I thought that was one of the coolest things ever.  I lean more towards he was babying me, since when I went to jr high, my classmates generally didn't swear around me, because they knew I didn't like it...

That brings me to the dream.  Apparently, Anthony was getting back in touch with me.  He called and IMed and it was exciting, but overwhelming.  I couldn't keep up!  When he IMed, it was like 5 things at once, and I was working on something else or didn't want to dive in so fast or something, so I only responded to select things he wrote.  The controversy came when an ex (who I'd apparently dated for 4 years, but had broken up with a long time ago) came back into my life.  He was clingy and followed me around like a puppy.  It was hard being friends with Anthony with my ex always there, and I couldn't shake him off and I couldn't explain him.  It was hard being friends with or getting to know Anthony better when someone else was always there.

 


posted by: chrisflea (reply)
post date: 06.02.06 (4:53 am)

Yeah that kind of thing always sucks! At least it was just a dream.



posted by: SparklingSnow (reply)
post date: 06.02.06 (5:32 am)

Reply to: chrisflea
Good point.

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