Been having lots of my recurring dreams again, which maybe isn’t so weird because I usually have them at least once a year anyway, but it does make me wonder if there’s anything in particular that triggers them. I haven’t had any of the flying/swimming ones yet, so I’ll keep an eye out… or closed for them. Sorry, I had to.
I had my first day of Spanish school yesterday, and it was quite enjoyable. We were only a small class, which means more opportunity to dip your toes into the situation and experience it fully. I was, again, my anti-social self and had no further interaction with anybody other than smiles, “hello”, and some small talk. I have no idea why I’m like this, please know that should it concern you, it’s not about you, it’s about the fact that I’m a detached weirdo that is very comfortable with her own thoughts and assume she’s better off not reaching out to anybody else. That could be an exaggeration, but it may only be a tiny bit skewed from the truth.
I also did a lot of walking due to errands, and my legs felt like they were going to fall off at the end of the day. So biking and workouts have been postponed, but only as late as tomorrow.
Oh. I almost forgot. Not because it’s not important, but because it seems implausible. One of my uncles passed away last night due to a car accident. It’s not something I want to get too much into because I don’t like emotions, but that’s another thing that is weird about me. I don’t… handle death very well. I consider “well” to be crying, breaking down, contacting loved ones and relatives and friends concerned and talking to them about it, maybe even breaking the news. But I usually just… pull away and try not to think about it. I don’t think it’s healthy or okay, and that’s why I’m bringing it up now, because death has happened around me often enough that I’ve noticed a pattern, and it’s very strange.
Of course people have their own way of coping or processing information, and I’ve always known that I’m a bit odd, but my uncle was someone I spent a week with when I was about… 11 or 12 years old. I haven’t seen him much apart from social media, and he’s actually the one that introduced me and my cousin to Facebook that one week, and I just watched a few of his Instagram stories, like, last week. And now I can’t ever see him or talk to him ever again. I even had to think if we had a picture together from that one week, and maybe we do, but from other people’s cameras. And that’s about as much as I will say about it.
I’ve been having a strange week. Maybe a strange couple of weeks, considering the dreams. I kind of want it to be over now.
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