Just woke up from a really interesting dream. I dreampt I was talking to my Goma as a teenager and we were peers, talking about our future selves, but still retaining past memories, almost like an out of body experience. I dont remember what was said about me, but I was recalling to teenage Goma what it was like when Small Child Jasmine had first met the Knorr family. I remember saying word for word, Do you know how when youre laughing with a group of people, but youve only met the host and you dont really know them that well? You focus on them because youre nervous about interacting with the others and when you try to contribute and laugh it seems forces and slightly awkward? Teen Goma then says, Are you serious? Where did this come from? I say, Hey, come on, Im serious here. Do my stupid questions ever NOT lead somewhere? As expected of Goma past or present, she answers with honesty: Yes. I sigh, but continue, my dream self getting tired. It took me years, but I realized something as I kept getting to know that family. All first meetings are like that. And were always introduced to and meeting others through previous connections. It was downright strange and is still uncomfortable for me at times, but u dont regret being forces into meeting people... Sometimes. Because then, even with the douche bags I meet, I might have never had that first encounter with someone who may turn out to be a great friend. I never would have met Amber and friends or moved here had I not been through a terrible succession of foster homes (obviously excluding Goma and family). ...I dont regret it. And with that the dream ends. I just took 20 minutes of my morning to bring you this rare moment of seriousness and may be late to history class because of it. Dont care though, since I hate History anyway. Love you, Knorr family.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 12:18:39 +0000
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