9/6/01: Long Lost and Mysterious
I have a tendency to write things in school notebooks that aren’t just school related. My old college and high school notebooks are covered with little loose thoughts.
I found the red notebook I used mainly in my business classes back in my junior year of college, and was digging through it looking for blank pages I could use to make notes for tutoring. I found two really strange comments.
One of them, written some time after Junior year ended, at least made some semblance of sense, since I noted it to be a dream: “I dreamt that I was dating John again and I felt nothing, we were not happy, but he was taking me on a trip to Africa to meet Queen Elizabeth II.” I don’t remember this dream but it’s funny.
This one makes no sense whatsoever, though. “It’s weird, I should have known it would happen, he bothers me so much but now when his head lolls back I can’t help but smile. I bet he hates me. I’d hate me if I were him.” Who was I talking about? What the hell did I mean? How strange to lose part of your own history like that.