Dream I had last night

Well it's been a while since I blogged anything. I had a weird dream
last night though, and I need practice typing on my iPhone keyboard
anyway, so here we go.

Last night I dreamed my Uncle died. It was 2 or 3 days later and I was
thinking that someone should be going through his house and boxing up
his stuff and picking through it, seeing what they wanted to take and
what could be thrown away. That's what happened when my Dad died, his
sisters went to that house the day after the funeral (I was there too)
and we cleaned house in every sense of the word.

I remember in the dream that we weren't at his house though, we were
at my Mema's ( his mom ) and I woke up thinking that was weird. I was
thinking maybe no one packed up anything because they were just
planning on moving in, which doesn't make a lot of sense because she's
still alive.

My dad was in the dream, telling me that the guitars owned by my Uncle
were mine to keep. Then he told me he had given me a phone number
years back and had never given me the last 4 numbers for it. He had a
piece of paper that he wrote it on, and when I looked at the paper he
had given me it was an email that I wrote to someone else (complaining
about how their website didn't work, I almost think I remember sending
the email, it had 2003 on it) and had the number on it. I didn't look
at the number, but I wish I could use it if I could have remembered it.

I had some vague ideas about interpreting the events of that dream. I
thought maybe the different house part meant my own grandma would pass
away soon and won't be her house anymore. I don't like thinking like
that though, and I think that is a stupid interpretation.

I also figure that my Dad giving me my Uncle's guitars is a weird way
of saying sometimes it's more mature to give up the things we like the
most and let the next generation have at it, because they need the
encouragement and support more. My dad loved playing guitar, and I
remember he was very good at it. An immature mind might have wanted to
keep hold of the proverbial guitar collection as a symbol of
sentimentality. He obviously could have used them, and would have
enjoyed them anyway just because they were his brother's. He gave them
to me though, for my own sentimentality and usefulness. At least, in a
dream anyway.

My Dad… teaching me lessons from the grave.

Or maybe it was just a dream.

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This was sent on-the-go via my Apple iPhone (AT&T)

Life and Cosmetics

I was driving around tonight, thinking about how easy it is for people to look however they want on the outside. Not every aspect... but hair color comes in bottles, you can get a haircut, girls wear makeup. Wear a hat, put on some clothes from whatever stereotype you want to fit, and you're it. It almost doesn't even matter if you're fat, skinny, or what your nationality is and how you speak.

But then I asked myself, what is the purpose of this? Why do people have a need to look a certain way? The answer was pretty much in the question itself... because everyone has an expectation of it. Maybe people want an easy way to identify someone just by looking at them, instead of striking a conversation with them, considering that to be a waste of time. That sounds similiar to social networking sites, where you have the ability to create and join groups of similiar interests to instantly hook up with someone who is into the same things you are... or so it seems, on the outside. The problem pops up again of actually getting to talk to somebody in that group and finding out that the ONLY thing you have in common is you like the same band, author, or state.

The answer is deeper than that. People strive to look a certain way because everyone's opinion matters to them. That is the very nature of this topic. Why would someone want to dress up in the latest fashion, with the coolest hair style and the most expensive car... unless they planned on being seen, acknowledged, and all of the other "positive" attention they crave.

Why is this so important to people to change their lifestyle to fit the opinions of people who don't know you? I say it like this because in my opinion, people who do know you and do continue to have any kind of a relationship with you is doing so because they like who you are on the inside. Somehow, it has come to them talking to you for more than 30 seconds, enjoying the conversation/activity, and taking a chance at enjoying the next encounter. So, if there are 15 people that you talk to on a regular basis, why care about the other 99.999% of the people that you don't know, don't talk to, and aren't interested in seeing again once you walk out of Wal*Mart?

This kind of came about because of my own insecurities, I think. Sometimes I worry about what people will think of my hair, teeth, clothes...even if they don't like the way my deodarant smells I'm instantly subject to getting brushed off. The proverbial finger. My problem is I am interested in knowledge. I don't want to be ignorant, and I like talking with people, picking their brain about anything and everything, seeing what they find interesting and learning something new about that... in short, I enjoy learning about PEOPLE.

Thanks to the rest of the world for the ever popular opinion that people that don't fit their stereotype aren't worth anyone's time. Thanks a lot. Life goes on though.