1 - country music You are friendly, down to earth, and fairly conservative. You are true to your friends and your upbringing. Change is hard for you. But beneath your old fashioned attitude, you are expressive and artistic in your own way. Very few people can express pain and pleasure as eloquently as you can.
2 - electronic music You are energetic and expressive. You love feeling alive. You never get sick of your favorite things - they're what makes life special. You don't take tradition or conventions too seriously. You live for the future. You enjoy remixes and re-interpretations of things. Life is about making improvements.
I belong in the baby boomer generation.
I am 50% normal. ____________________________________
You seem sorta sad...you doing okay?
I am sick and delusional and stressed, but alive.
I love Steve. I am being less angsty about it by acting more normal (sometimes feeling comes as a consequence of doing...I also trick myself into relationships that way, but that's not what i'm talking about of course). He seems to respond well to normal. I mean, normal in the sense of wanting to talk about semiotics and papers and not being needy and emotional, which he clearly can't or doesn't want to handle. Not normal in the sense of acting at all what would normally pass for normal, heh. Learned today that he likes maple syrup.
i am sorry for certain dreams. they dredge shit up and make waking life weird. my dreams let out everything i keep repressed. like that school one i wrote here a while back? don't be fooled by the fact that the teacher was a girl. it was still steve. which explains the weird sexual element. and the, uh, killing him. they go together. i have to resent the fact that i love him, you know, resent the dependency, which is so silly, because i don't have to be dependent on him. also, 'her' name was Susan, and the only susan I know (of) is his adviser. And he was wearing my colors, so in a way i was also killing myself. this is all clear to me, even if it makes no sense to anyone else--i dreamed it, damn it. this is all my own repressed and convoluted mess, i guarantee it.
uhh, so i don't know what to say about your dream, but don't let it fuck up your real life. actually, w/ my dreams, i tend to, if i pay attention, learn something from them. like i felt really guilty for killing steve and tried to fix the whole resentment-creating situation eventually. first the wrong way, but i am wrong a lot.
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Date: 2008-05-06 08:20 am (UTC)1 - country music
You are friendly, down to earth, and fairly conservative.
You are true to your friends and your upbringing. Change is hard for you.
But beneath your old fashioned attitude, you are expressive and artistic in your own way.
Very few people can express pain and pleasure as eloquently as you can.
2 - electronic music
You are energetic and expressive. You love feeling alive.
You never get sick of your favorite things - they're what makes life special.
You don't take tradition or conventions too seriously. You live for the future.
You enjoy remixes and re-interpretations of things. Life is about making improvements.
I belong in the baby boomer generation.
I am 50% normal.
____________________________________
You seem sorta sad...you doing okay?
I am sick and delusional and stressed, but alive.
I love Steve. I am being less angsty about it by acting more normal (sometimes feeling comes as a consequence of doing...I also trick myself into relationships that way, but that's not what i'm talking about of course). He seems to respond well to normal. I mean, normal in the sense of wanting to talk about semiotics and papers and not being needy and emotional, which he clearly can't or doesn't want to handle. Not normal in the sense of acting at all what would normally pass for normal, heh. Learned today that he likes maple syrup.
i am sorry for certain dreams. they dredge shit up and make waking life weird. my dreams let out everything i keep repressed. like that school one i wrote here a while back? don't be fooled by the fact that the teacher was a girl. it was still steve. which explains the weird sexual element. and the, uh, killing him. they go together. i have to resent the fact that i love him, you know, resent the dependency, which is so silly, because i don't have to be dependent on him. also, 'her' name was Susan, and the only susan I know (of) is his adviser. And he was wearing my colors, so in a way i was also killing myself. this is all clear to me, even if it makes no sense to anyone else--i dreamed it, damn it. this is all my own repressed and convoluted mess, i guarantee it.
uhh, so i don't know what to say about your dream, but don't let it fuck up your real life. actually, w/ my dreams, i tend to, if i pay attention, learn something from them. like i felt really guilty for killing steve and tried to fix the whole resentment-creating situation eventually. first the wrong way, but i am wrong a lot.