According to the three theories of dreams, I’m taking neural hiccups and making them have meaning, I’m recycling memories from the day, or…my unconscious mind is trying to tell me something. I don’t think I’m trying to impose meaning on my dreams. But honestly…when someone in your dream says “This is all you ever wanted.” as they guide you and a few other people down different hallways, I feel inclined to derive symbolic meaning from the dream.
That moment when you realize how many people you're leaving behind.
Even though I haven’t been the friendliest or nicest person, everyone seems sad that I’m leaving. And fuck, I know it isn’t going to be a sad ending, I know I’m going to be happier where I’m going but…
Since some people are so concerned about followers, I have a hint for you.
Stop reblogging racist shit and leaving it on my dash. I don’t find it funny. And I get that I can be offended all I want and I get that you still have the right to reblog it. Bigotry on my dash=automatic unfollow. No exceptions. Sorry, I’m just intolerant like that.
Someone on my Facebook posted this and called these parents “coo-coo,” but I actually really like this idea a lot.
Ridiculous…not the parents. The reactions. “Friends said they were imposing their political and ideological values on a newborn.” Well actually, by giving away the gender you’re imposing society’s view of gender roles on the newborn. “It’s cruel to make their children a social experiment” If it was a social experiment, they’d be forcing gender neutrality on the children; however, they as parents dress ‘normally’ and they give the children choices to do the same if they wish. Raising the newborn genderless is a brilliant idea in my opinion.
Because I don’t intend to sleep? By the time I’m through with writing this (“this” in reference to the write-up for the research paper, and not this post) it will be time to wake up anyway. Might as well eliminate the step that’ll make me late to class.
This week and the last have made me feel like a housewife.
Cooking dinner, baking bread, grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning…blegh. All of it’s necessary I suppose, but I’m balancing my finals as well so it’s all very time consuming. Speaking of, I have a research paper to type up and another research project to complete. And there’s some work I didn’t do but have the opportunity to make up. I feel like two of the three isn’t a bad deal. So the busywork and research project will be done. The research paper can go fuck itself.