Thursday, November 2, 2017

So I had this dream

I vaguely remember being lectured at length about being a responsible adult and finishing what I started, and then I was jumping out of a car on a crowded street wielding an automatic weapon, and I realized I had no idea what I was trying to do and killing people seemed like a bad way to do it anyway but I couldn't just give up now. Then I woke up, disturbed.

I've been listening to all these amazing inspiring people telling me to finish my projects. But it would seem a part of me still thinks making mistakes is as bad as murder. Thanks for spelling it out so clearly for me, subconscious. Now I feel like doing the thing just out of spite.

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