I lost one of my earrings in the shower this morning. This wasn’t too big of a deal to me but a part of me was a little bit sad, they were my first pair. Now they're floating around in the septic tank, rusting away. I'm actually surprised that I didn't freak out when I realised it was gone. I did take a look around just to make sure but no earring anywhere. Luckily, it was just the one and I still had the other, but I'm not going to wear it. I don't want to look like a mini female pirate, Arr me hearties.
I remember very well, that back when I was younger, I would cry over lost objects thinking that the "objects" would feel sad because I lost them. How weird was I? I also used to hate giving things away, I guess I had an emotional connection to stuffed animals. Now that I'm older I don't care as much. Is my emo-connector broken? Getting older sucks in a lot of ways, I don't think this is one of them.
Another memory I would always contemplate is forgetting things to take to school. I would have anxiety dreams about me forgetting to take these certain things to school the following day. In one of the dreams, I went to school with no clothes on, maybe everyone had this dream at least once?
In a way, I appreciated these anxiety dreams, they would give me a mental reminder of what to bring to school. These dreams led to me preparing things ahead of time. After a while the “anxie-dreams” went away, never to be dreamt of again. To this day, I still prepare ahead of time. Thank you anxiety, for making my life more organised.
Maybe we should write about when I taught you to lucid dream - when you were 3 years old. :-)