1.) Use of the word "myriad", instead of more reasonable alternatives such as "many" or "a bunch"
2.) Any use of the the phrase "Oh, that is so like (insert friend's name)", or its even more evil cousin "Oh, that is so us!"
3.) The retelling of dreams
That last one is the biggie. It is the one thing that almost everyone in the world does that honestly pisses me off. I have no use for the misadventures you had in your imagination land last night. I can't stand it. What is the response this person would be looking for? I am clearly not a psychologist or some sort of professional dream analyst. You are not going to get anything out of this conversation and neither am I. Casual dream retelling (CDR) may possibly be the biggest time waster in modern humanity, with the Twilight Saga coming in a close second (Just kidding, Pattinson is dreamy...that's OK for me to say right?...I have to go).
Now that I have that out of the way, let me tell you about this dream I had last night.
I will spare you the details. I will spare you the countless other dreams I had last night (Let's just say one involved a murder plot which I foiled. Shoot, I'm falling into the CDR trap). I will only summarize the (Slightly embarrassing details) as thus:
I had recently submitted a new article to some sort of platform. I was proud of the work. After some time had passed (Which in dream time it may have been days, in real time it was probably a few seconds), I received two bits of praise which turned this otherwise normal story into a "dream". First, I answered a phone call from Chuck Klosterman. He liked my article, he said I was like a younger version of him, we small talked for a few more minutes and then he was off the line. Then I turned on the radio and was listening to the Tony Kornheiser Show. It just so happened that Tony had also read my article and was praising it wholeheartedly. I was proud.
I woke up thusly.
Alright, now that was painful. Even as the one telling the story, I can still feel the CDR gripping my sole and pulling me into a pit of annoyance. I apologize to anyone who shares my same feelings. The moral of this is simple, I had a dream about a passion of mine. I had a dream about something which I want to pursue actively. I had a dream about writing. Boring, I know, most people's dreams are much more outlandish and interesting. Mine are at least feasible in the framework of the natural world.
Still, Glenn, what's the point?
I took the leap last week to quit my job. It wasn't the right fit for me. But you know what? I never had a dream about financial services. I never had a dream in which I had just closed on a huge rollover. I never had a dream about looking at a giant paycheck. I think this is important. Dreams have never meant much to me, I admit this. However, there is no denying that dreams speak to the uninhibited feelings of a person. This can only be a good sign. I will not be sure what is the right fit for me until I find it. All I hope is that when I find the right route, my dreams will be filled with the possibilities. It very well might be a silly thing to consider, but if you aren't following your dreams, what are you following?
What fills your current dreams and how are you living your life to make them reality?
GRM
