sunday morning on my street…
so i was walking pickles this morning. admiring the snow but not feeling cold. just walking along. skipping the perky songs on the ipod; stopping on the “why does my heart feel so bad” and the “wonderwall” type crybaby songs. thinking this:
what’s going on with goodbear? is she maudlin?
goodbear has spent the last few hears in a happy, furry bubble. single. having fun with her dogs. forsaking romance. that type of stuff. convinced she’s happier than all the married people that are fighting all the time or don’t have the freedom to do their “stuff” anymore.
but twice this week goodbear has dreamed she was in love. she dreamed she met someone and was thinking…in the foolish, fanciful, farcical dream…”i think i could love this guy.”
so there you have it. i don’t believe in love, ….but apparently my subconscious does. and i have a love/hate relationship with my subconcious. i mostly just ignore it, but i think it’s trying to take over.
goodbear needs a project…
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