‘And no one knows except the both of us’
I finally told someone about this blog.
Not that I encourage anyone to read it. Or memorize the past 25 years’ worth of content and find ways to twist it to suit your sick fantasies, like Cindy does.
More just like hey it offers proof of life when I’m not feeling the socials.
Speaking of the socials, I pulled the Tower before my performance review. I also pulled the Queen of Wands as a clarifier card.
My favorite psychic friend weighed in on the socials.
Rather than imminent career suicide, the combo suggests I’m either keeping the Tower from crumbling or I’m finding a way to make good out of the flaming pile of ashes.
Sounds about right.
And speaking of flaming piles of ashes, I had a particularly spicy dream that I don’t want to forget.
As I’ve been out of the office and interacting with humans, well, I’ve met some interesting people. Ones I want to see again.
The dream indicated that feeling is mutual, in one case.
In said dream, said person and I kissed. I want to say it was inevitable. I was just surprised that we both got brave at the same time. Also that there were witnesses who said my god you two have been gravitating toward this long enough.
I said in the dream are we really doing this and they said yes.
And I said I don’t mind, but this is about to get so messy. You good with that? And he said yes.
Even in the dream, I laughed because I was listening to Alanis Morissette on the flight home from Vegas last week. I have many favorites but “Hands Clean” is my song.
“Oh this could get messy
But you don’t seem to mind
Oh don’t go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime.”
I was telling a friend the other day that, the thing with Alanis songs, is the names change but the lyrics continue to apply.
“Hands Clean” has applied to the people older than me that I’ve been involved with … and the younger ones.
“I know you sexualize me like a young thing would, and I think I like ya.”
If I think about it, everyone I’ve either dated or played with was either way older or way younger. I think ol Toad was the only one “my” age, as he was born in 1970.
There is another 1970 floating around in my current orbit. But my company refuses to hire him for some reason and I am not sure when our paths will physically cross. (Though he did invite me to a concert down here in FL — we’ll see!)
Anyway, I’m starting to think since I dress and act younger than my counterparts, I should just stick with younger. I am pretty good at teaching, after all. And I’m NOT talking about that.
Well, if this dream is any indication, 10 years younger may be about to happen. Well, he says 10 but I know it’s like 10 and 11 1/2 months. But who’s counting?
Mom appears in every dream. This time as a warning sign. Like, are you sure you want that name in your life? Run the other way now while you can!
LOL. I knew she’d come through with that message eventually. We all know what destruction that name brings.
Anyway, just something fun to think about.
The moment when you realize they want you, and you want that too, is pretty exhilarating.
Love it when that happens.