Seeing all these posts about not thinking about things about yourself because others don’t think it. Like certain qualities about yourself doesn’t define who you are.
But the truth is people just you with in the first 30 seconds of seeing or meeting you. So they way you look really does define who you are. People judge. Tough sweet people don’t. But the majority of human kind does. It’s sad fact of life.
When the good people of the world take the actual time to get to know you past the flaws they see. That’s when you know that persons your friend. That is the way I look at it.
So I had another dream about moving back to Memphis.
This time it wasn’t so much about my friends that it was more about the school I went to. I guess in my dream I was in Highschool again. I told the teacher I haven’t been there since 3rd grade. Which was wrong. It was sixth. I left once in third grade for 4 months then came back around the end of the school year because my mom had to get away from Kentucky. But also the school I went to. The elementary and high school were connected. So my dream isn’t too weird that I was there in high school.
I took pictures with my phone in my dream to show people on here. Which is sad I dream about tumblr now. Wow. Anyways though, after the school part I dreamed we lived in the same house I grew up in ; in memphis. But it was really close to the river. So close that you could fall in the water. I think it was because of the painting that was in my aunts room. It was of a ship at sea. Very vivid. I guess I remembered it but it in a different way.
But yeah. These dreams happen often.