The Dream
Last night I dreamt that one of my ex boyfriends read my blog and then sent me a long text message telling me that I was being foolish, silly and self absorbed. He went on to say that I should just get over myself, stop worrying about what was going on in my life with this boy and write something more interesting because no one wants to read a blog about a girl who is obsessing over her love life.
I spent the rest of my dream screaming at my cell phone, writing responses, then deleting them, screaming at my phone again that I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a response and calling him an asshole (well calling the phone an asshole really.)
I woke up and was really thankful that none of my exes actually have my cell number and that the comments section of this blog is moderated by me – because I know at least one of my exes reads this self indulgent crap. ;)
xo
The Single Girl
4 comments:
Yikes.
Dreams are weird.
Last night I had a dream that included an end of the world type war, me sleeping with a much, much older man, living as a grownup with my parents and brother in the house we grew up in and getting my brother a bowl of ice cream in the middle of the night.
huh?
That is about as weird as my dream. I wonder what a dream book would say about all that?
heh
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