Welcome to my Nightmare....
Last night, I had one of the worst dreams I think I have ever had. And keep in mind, this is coming from a girl who usually dreams about people trying to kill her.
I suddenly found myself back in Highschool as if I had been transported in time. In my mind, I still remembered everything that had happened from graduation to college to Toledo, but yet I was standing back in my Highschool getting berated by Mr. Wilson for not making my way to class. I had no idea where I was supposed to be, or even where my locker was. I was just in a bit of shock. I started walking, just to make it look like I was going somewhere. I kept thinking No no, this can't be happening. I ran into a few of my old Highschool friends and tried to tell them, but at first they thought I was joking, and then that I was loosing my mind. It simply couldn't be happening. I tried calling Steven, but he had no idea who I was. Of course. We hadn't met yet. That was the worst part of the whole thing. In a panic I tried calling friends from Allegheny and Toledo. Cell phone numbers either didn't exist or belonged to someone else. Nobody remembered....or prememebered..anything. I was stuck back in Highschool - my junior year - with my asshole ex and a group of friends, only a couple of which I knew would take my side and stick by it. The last thing I would ever want to do would be relive HighSchool. And as great as college was, I still wouldn't want to relive all the hard work, rough times, and all the stress that went with it. What if I didn't do things exactly the same? There were mistakes I could never bring myself to make a second time. Would that change things in the future...would I never meet Steven or get into school in Toledo? The thought of never meeting Steven or some of my dear friends, or Radar....and yet still remember them was horrifying.
I woke up frantically grasping at reality. My heart was pounding, but I was in my bed...in my apartment...in Toledo...and my cell phone was beeping with a text message from Steven. I melted back into bed, hugged Radar close and fell back to sleep.
Even though I tend to complain about things, I suppose I wouldn't change anything, even Toledo. For as little as I like the actual city, and hate being far away from Steven and my family, I have made some incredible friends here, and being on my own has been good for me in many different ways. Everything happens for a reason. I'm just really glad Steven knows who I am. = P
I suddenly found myself back in Highschool as if I had been transported in time. In my mind, I still remembered everything that had happened from graduation to college to Toledo, but yet I was standing back in my Highschool getting berated by Mr. Wilson for not making my way to class. I had no idea where I was supposed to be, or even where my locker was. I was just in a bit of shock. I started walking, just to make it look like I was going somewhere. I kept thinking No no, this can't be happening. I ran into a few of my old Highschool friends and tried to tell them, but at first they thought I was joking, and then that I was loosing my mind. It simply couldn't be happening. I tried calling Steven, but he had no idea who I was. Of course. We hadn't met yet. That was the worst part of the whole thing. In a panic I tried calling friends from Allegheny and Toledo. Cell phone numbers either didn't exist or belonged to someone else. Nobody remembered....or prememebered..anything. I was stuck back in Highschool - my junior year - with my asshole ex and a group of friends, only a couple of which I knew would take my side and stick by it. The last thing I would ever want to do would be relive HighSchool. And as great as college was, I still wouldn't want to relive all the hard work, rough times, and all the stress that went with it. What if I didn't do things exactly the same? There were mistakes I could never bring myself to make a second time. Would that change things in the future...would I never meet Steven or get into school in Toledo? The thought of never meeting Steven or some of my dear friends, or Radar....and yet still remember them was horrifying.
I woke up frantically grasping at reality. My heart was pounding, but I was in my bed...in my apartment...in Toledo...and my cell phone was beeping with a text message from Steven. I melted back into bed, hugged Radar close and fell back to sleep.
Even though I tend to complain about things, I suppose I wouldn't change anything, even Toledo. For as little as I like the actual city, and hate being far away from Steven and my family, I have made some incredible friends here, and being on my own has been good for me in many different ways. Everything happens for a reason. I'm just really glad Steven knows who I am. = P
posted by Foxx at 10:18 AM
2 Comments:
Yeah... I can see how that would SUCK. Ugh. High School. Though if we could go in a parallel universe or something and I could watch a 17-year-old you telling Jared off, I totally would buy tickets to that show.
=P I could probably get rich off that show. Especially if you're talking about that time I punched him in the face.
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