I should really stop taking naps in the middle of the day without air-conditioning on . . . I end up having crazy I-ate-spicy-food-before-sleeping-and-now-heartburn-is-affecting-my-subconscious dreams. I woke up feeling quiet and solemn, rather than my usual groggy annoyance for being awake in the first place. I don't remember anything from the dreams I had to justify the overshadowing feeling (the most prominent dream more like a play out of a horror movie which was actually entertaining--I'm weird like that). The feeling made me think about my faith and then moved onto the people in my life who I wish had more of an active role in it. It was strange to mourn the loss and erosion of relationships with the living. To me it's more terrible, and yet at the same time less, than grieving the dead. I don't know what to make of it, or why the emotion and the subsequent "reflection" came on so out of the blue, but then again, why would I expect or need a prelude to something like this anyway? It was just odd and interesting to think about something I hadn't in a while so unexpectedly.
On a side note, I googled myself out of curiosity after reading an article about how information is compiled online based on what we put up on the Internet, etc. (I actually didn't finish the article because I went to look my info up right after the suggestion to do so, thus getting distracted. What came up was an article I wrote for my college newspaper, and my association to a teen-oriented news magazine I worked with during a summer in high school. It reminded me how much I missed the experience of writing: getting to know the topic at hand, speaking with varying people and learning their opinions, and creating something to share with other people. This better motivate me to write more articles more often.
Here's hoping.
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