There are a lot of things I don’t quite get. Just in the
past week I have come across several things that baffle me. The whole thing
with dreams has me puzzled. Not only do I do things in dreams that I could not,
or would not do in real life, but I don’t even have the same opinions, desires,
or likes in a dream as I do when I’m awake. A few nights ago I had this dream
where I was running around looking for my lost Aunt Sandy. I think I was
dreaming about Aunt Sandy because she called me about a week ago to see how I
was doing. In my dream she had become a missing person. I was frantically
looking for her, and helping me was this guy named Michael who I actually knew slightly in high school. What makes it all especially weird is that I barely remember
Michael at all, and what do I remember is that I thought he was kind of annoying. In my
dream I wanted to find my aunt so I could then spend time with Michael, who in
my dream I was hot for. My god, go figure! I definitely do not understand what
goes on with dreams.
Yesterday a friend of mine sent me a YouTube link of a clown
video. There’s a lot about clowns I don’t get. First, why didn’t the popularity
of clowning die-off about three minutes after the first clown stepped out in
front of an audience? How have they stayed a part of the entertainment world literally
for centuries? Some people think that the average clown is creepy. I don’t
think that’s the case, but neither do I think they are generally funny.
Sometimes a clown can be funny, but it’s not because he is a clown. It’s
because he is saying, or on rare occasions, doing something funny that has
nothing to do with the fact that he dressed like a clown. I don’t get clowns.
Saturday I pulled into my fitness facility parking lot and I
had to stop to allow a giant Hummer time to park in a rather small parking spot,
or at least try to park. The driver
finally gave up and he parked his Hummer farther out, where there were two open
parking spaces together. Monday I walked by the same Hummer and glanced inside.
I figured the owner probably had a lot of power tools in the huge car, or
maybe he was stowing his snowmobile in the back of the vehicle over summer. I mean, why else would anyone drive a big, ponderous monster? But
it looked like the Hummer was pretty much empty. So while I was working out, I
tried to figure out why anyone would want some big beast of a vehicle if they
didn’t need to have one. They take more gas and are harder to drive. Needless to say, I don’t get it.
I went out with a guy a few weeks ago who cussed a lot. My
girlfriend is dating a guy who swears about every other sentence. I’m referring
to an endless stream of f*** this,
and f*** that. Sometimes the word “mother”
is thrown in for emphasis. It doesn’t seem to bother my girlfriend a bit, but that stuff
drives me crazy. When an habitual cusser is speaking, swearing continuously, I
have a strong desire to raise my hand to halt his talking, and then say, “I
want to hear what you have to say, but not if it’s full of swearing. Now, it’s
your choice.” I don’t know how my girlfriend can stand it. It’s just another one of
those things that I find baffling, one of many things, I guess.
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