Last night and many nights for the past year I have gone out with the intention of dancing, drinking and having a good night. Almost every single time I do this however my mind slowly shifts in nature towards anti-socialism culminating in my bringing everybody elses night down. Therefore to soften the blow of my sissyness on my mates, I simply leave and walk home.
I do intend to attempt (at least) to understand why this continues to happen to me, and why if indeed I am an antisocial, do I feel that I should be having fun.
Last night I dreamt that I was holding somebody elses baby, the thing was so small, and so inept. I put it down just for a second, and someone walking by accidentally stomped on it. The shock I felt in that dream was as strong as any shock i’d felt througout my life. It was profound, seeing the poor little baby crushed and ruined beneath the blankets on a sidewalk. And I sat there watching it waiting for some kind of sign that somewhere along the line I had done something right something to vindicate and maybe even vindicate me. I found nothing. The baby was dead, and it was not even mine.
From there I awoke with a start feeling that same sorrow at the loss of such a small life. Was there symbolism in all of that? I have no idea, not yet anyway….