Mar 11, 2008 22:58
A man I say hello to at the coffee shop sometimes told me I was in his dream the other night.
He told me it was great, he doesn't usually remember his dreams.
He is the overly friendly hippie old man man, Long hair, ripped jeans, member of Alcoholics anonymous, doesn't know how old he is.
He said in the dream I told him that my generation was going to be fine on its own,
I told him we would pass the test and enter the new age.
He talked to me about sacred geometry, and prophecies, and he told me to stay grounded and never let my head drift away (he said thats what happened to him).
He said these are magical times we're living in. it's true.
I've got a job at a nursing home and the old people are lovely, they ask the same questions over and over and make jokes they think young people can't understand. My parents are in a fight because my Dad didn't tell my Mom he has gone into crazy debt and doesn't have any new customers. He's been sulking around like a scared dog for days.
I can't stop thinking about how great it would be to have someone to have sex with whenever I wanted. Like a slave. Or a lover. Or a mister, somebody over 28 with a man body, and scruff on his face. I'm not a bold huntress. It's a problem.
My parents told me that if I moved back to North Adams, and went to college, I could sell the house when I was done and keep the money to pay off my debt .....
OH to be a privileged upper middle class citizen of the U.S.A. I am going to accept their offer. If I didn't I would be a brat. There is a very good library there. Good mountains, a good kitchen, and I can bring my dog. I will need some room mates. one or two. I don't know when this will happen.