July 2012
58 posts
“Such is the incomprehensible combination, such is the complexity of things, that as I descend the staircase I do not know which is sorrow, which joy. I am upheld by pillars, shored up on either side by stark emotions; but which is sorrow, which is joy? I ask, and do not know, only that I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world.”
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
“People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.”
—Abraham Lincoln (via kari-shma)
My dreams keep getting odder.
I had a school reunion, partly on a train, but Hannah was there whilst others weren’t (makes sense). As I am travelling on the train, unknowing of its destination, my friend John randomly walked through. He chanted “Hey Fran” and pulled one of his crazy faces. He sort of stopped, (in a way that was only noticeable to those who know the person) and scanned the passengers curiously. I sensed he was really freaked out or perplexed by the company I was keeping.
He was in our work uniform and managed to find a route from my carriage to the cinema that way?! Whatever works, fella.
Then I kept waking up.
So I was ten minutes late to work and my manager was like “YOU BITCH!”: I think I was contemplating calling in sick - I should have?
This then switched to the end of the party/reunion, where I ended up at Noorzehra’s house, which wasn’t her house at all (looked quite smashing though). But, as I was leaving I decided to try and hug her Dad. Ridiculously awkward: I was standing and he was sitting on some luxurious white sofa. And, I thought he deserved this hug after he basically stating I looked like shit (as I recall I somehow got roughed up during my train ride). The man then went onto say that its alright ‘because some guys like that…’ So I painfully laughed and uncomfortably slipped out the house, got into a car and drove away.
Considering I have 6 hours to go to that ‘sleep place’ before work, I am pretty anxious about what could become of my thoughts when I have no control over them.
