There was less screaming than I expected.



I keep having those strange dreams I mentioned earlier. The content of the dreams isn't strange; they're actually very mundane. So much so that I wake the next day and wonder which parts of my dreams happened in real life. I had a dream about walking with a friend, and we talked about normal things, but I think in the dream I mentioned something which was not necessarily a secret but I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't in a dream. So, I woke the next morning and wasn't sure if the dream was an exact replication of the previous day's walk, or an extrapolation from the walk it was modeled on. And calling a friend to ask whether or not you dreamed what you said to them is probably a bit déclassé.

(I keep forgetting to throw Borges at my so-called-friends.  I'm afraid that I'll go to pick up a copy of his Collected Fictions from the Oglethorpe Library, and then start reading it on the train, and then be lost forever.  The first time I started reading him, my brother was playing video games on the other side of the room, and I believe he asked, "are you fucking choking?"  But I was actually just laughing too hard to breath.)

After getting back from the protest, my ride dropped me off at the train station near her house.  I heard the train braking as I fished for my card, and I ended up squeezing between two closing doors just before the bastard started up.  That was pretty great.

"'Well,' said Henrietta, 'you think you can lead a romantic life, that you can live by pleasing yourself and pleasing others.  You'll find you're mistaken.  Whatever life you lead you must put your soul in it - to make any sort of success of it; and from the moment you do that it ceases to be romance, I assure you; it becomes grim reality!  And you can't always please yourself; you must sometimes please other people.  That, I admit, you're very ready to do; but there's another thing that's still more important - you must often displease others.  You must always be ready for that - you must never shrink from it.  That doesn't suit you at all - you're too fond of admiration, you like to be thought well of.  You think we can escape disagreeable duties by taking romantic views - that's your great illusion, my dear.  But we can't.  You must be prepared on many occassions in life to please no one at all - not even yourself."
From Henry James's "The Portrait of a Lady".

And now I must write about a few different things.  Also, is it my fault if I feel hesitant in returning Jewish Girl's interest just because I don't want to be a Jewish boy looking for a nice Jewish girl?  Elizabeth says I'm stereotyping and I agree heartily.

In other Jew-News Yom Kippur came and went.  I spent the holiday not fasting and writing a paper and drinking.  My bad.  I promise I'll ask forgiveness for my sins next year God.