Journal Entry Type #43: Earthquakes, Dreams, and Insistence

socialTime really creeps up on me.  It’s already been three days without posting anything.  I started writing this the day someone found me rude not to reply right away.  It wasn’t on this blog he reached out to me, but somewhere else.  I get it.  You want to be heard, have a connection, but based on past experience I can pretty much spot the reason for someone corresponding with me without going into too detail.  When you reach out to me and all you say is “hi” or “hello” the second I accept or follow you, you might be a bot or just putting feelers out there.  Again, I get it.  More hearing and more connection.  The second time anyone or bot reaches out to me and say “hi” and proceed with how uncool I am not to respond, well ???

Insert here the thin line between social media etiquette and impatience.  On the one hand, I can see how this person would be turned off by me not responding right away.  Then again, if you are that compelled to have an online relationship with someone on a weekly basis, I am not it.  It’s not because I don’t like you, but my life is too busy outside of work and besides, it’s not my cup of tea.  Now, if I said “hi” back and it went down the path of the other person trying to sell me something (happened more than once with me) or trying to have some kind of intimate relationship with me online (happened more than once with me), you can see why I’m leery about these responses from people.  I know not everyone has this in mind and not everyone wants this who reaches out to me, but based on past experience I keep this in the back of my mind.  I don’t fault sales people trying to get you to buy their products, but what I do care about is people who are a little too aggressive with their agendas.

I have family members who take a good week to look at my texts or respond to me weeks later.   I don’t get offended.  It’s just the way it is.  People are damn busy these days.  Guilt tripping me is not the way to go.  If you want me to respond, I will do it on my time.  While I admit I could check my social media platforms on a more regular basis, I’m not about being a social media darling.  I don’t blog to make a living although I’m currently in the beginning stages of creating bookmarks to hopefully include whoever buys my books and to sell.  I suppose the bottom line is you lose some, win some, and others stay the course.  Thank you to everyone who has followed me, un-followed me, and everyone in between.  You all have taught me something and that is mainly not to take social media too seriously.  I need to quit being lazy and ask WP why I’m not able to follow user blogs anymore.  I’m sure everyone on Planet Earth didn’t block me.  I hope not.  

ecrackThe second topic of conversation is earthquakes and in a roundabout kind of way natural disasters or when Mother Nature decides to shake things up a bit.  There was a 6.5 earthquake in Nevada last Friday early morning.  I slept right through it and it wasn’t the first time.  When I lived in Los Angeles, there was an earthquake that moved my bed on the hardwood floor and only woke up when someone woke me up.  I’ve slept through fire alarms going off so yes, I can be a heavy sleeper.  This got me to thinking which would I rather be in (given I’ve been through countless tornado watches/warnings and saw one form across a lake and about five minor earthquakes), I’d say I’d rather go through either one but skip the hurricane (which I’ve never been in and hopefully never will).  This goes nicely with the anniversary of Mount St. Helens erupting in 1980 in Washington state.  Hopefully, I’ll never experience this either because being anywhere near hot lava doesn’t excite me.

dreamThis brings me to melatonin and how it’s impacting my dreams.  I seem to be dreaming more intensely since taking it.  I tried not taking it one night.  Bad mistake but I want to ween myself off of it.  So what were my dreams about last week?  The two most vivid ones were about In-N-Out Burger (a fast food chain located in the western U.S. states) and choosing a father for life including Bill Cosby and Santa Claus and one other person I can’t remember.  Let’s say for the sake of it, the third choice was Danny DeVito.  The first dream was about being in an airport, which one I’m not sure, but I was with my mom.  I had my hands full of In-N-Out orders including many hamburgers and fries.  I remember someone stomping on a hamburger in a rage and me getting upset this was happening.  I mean really upset where I was yelling at this person.  The second dream was about having to open a door and that would be my dad for the rest of my life.  After I picked the door, I found out my choices were Santa Claus, Bill Cosby, and again can’t remember the third one.  I don’t remember which one I picked either, but I sure hope I picked neither Santa Claus or Bill Cosby.

I don’t know what either dream truly means and maybe that is all I need to know about it which isn’t much.  Sometimes, dreams are just dreams.  I look forward to my future but if time keeps going at the rate it is, the future will soon become the past.  Yet, my eyes remain on the prize and try to keep my wits inside the brain.  And that is all I have to say for now.


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