Nacht und Stürme werden Licht
If any of you have seen me recently, you probably heard a little something about my renewed obsession with Boy Meets World. If I didn't mention it Matt certainly would have. I think he finds it humorous. Poor Brother has had to deal with this obsession in person as I drag him into my room after work to watch a few episodes. What can I say? I like the show. I find it funny and heck, even clever at points. A part of me is concerned with this new habit however. Perhaps I am reverting to some infantile, or at least more juvenile state here. Perhaps it is no coincidence that I first stopped watching the show once Pops changed his shift at work and was actually home at night, and now that he is gone, I am watching it again. But what do I know? I'm no psychologist.
Speaking of Pops though, he was in my dream last night. He opened the door to my room (waking me up), turned on the light, and dropped some clothes on my bed, no doubt because I forgot to take them out of the dryer. That is the custom in our house after all. That was the extent of the dream. It seemed very life-like though; perhaps because it fit in so well with my morning, which was a series of premature awakenings beginning with Shelby having to go out at 5:30, Brother watching TV at 7, and Mother calling me to stick something in the mail for her at 9. Of course, the way my summer has gone, that was about as eventful as my day got.
I have often criticized sitcoms for the great life lessons their characters learn that should make them better people, only to have them continue on the same path when we rejoin them a week later. It is apparent they have not learned anything. Now that I am thinking about it though, those situations are truer to life than I gave them credit for. I never seem to learn anything, and while I realize a change in my habits is necessary, I am slow to change, if change occurs at all. I suppose it is a bit of Augustinian syndrome. “God give me chastity and continence, but not yet.” Well, maybe someday changes will take place.
God bless
Speaking of Pops though, he was in my dream last night. He opened the door to my room (waking me up), turned on the light, and dropped some clothes on my bed, no doubt because I forgot to take them out of the dryer. That is the custom in our house after all. That was the extent of the dream. It seemed very life-like though; perhaps because it fit in so well with my morning, which was a series of premature awakenings beginning with Shelby having to go out at 5:30, Brother watching TV at 7, and Mother calling me to stick something in the mail for her at 9. Of course, the way my summer has gone, that was about as eventful as my day got.
I have often criticized sitcoms for the great life lessons their characters learn that should make them better people, only to have them continue on the same path when we rejoin them a week later. It is apparent they have not learned anything. Now that I am thinking about it though, those situations are truer to life than I gave them credit for. I never seem to learn anything, and while I realize a change in my habits is necessary, I am slow to change, if change occurs at all. I suppose it is a bit of Augustinian syndrome. “God give me chastity and continence, but not yet.” Well, maybe someday changes will take place.
God bless