Yeah, man!
Speaking of bothersome dreams: I had a dream where I interacted with a girl who’s Catholic in real life. She seems pretty cool, attractive in the physical sense, and seems to do a myriad of things that I like doing as well; almost too perfect. The dream in particular made me question her whole motive in talking to me altogether in real life, and the symbolic representations with waterfalls, caves, and such just makes it seem like she’s more interested in finding what pushes my buttons through those clever little queries she has that she associates with video games, shows, etc.; typical day-to-day stuff.
I remember one of my high school crushes was Catholic, and I never really contemplated on her family’s degree of aligning to their faith vs. being flexible to a once Christian existentialist. I used to have really intense, virtual experiential realities with her when I never wanted to in the first place. It got to the point where it was so heartwarming, but I felt it was misaligned because I structured the crush as some kind of taboo. Mostly in the sense that I never want to cram any kind of dogma down their throats, as their (and I mean this in a general “they”) yearning for quotidian activities for the future would be way more fulfilling and filled with contingencies.
I always respect those that can make their peace with day-to-day stuff, but there’s always that impasse with their close-knit familial roots that poses a problem, especially in circumstances where they go by impressions alone, secretly tell the daughter about how it doesn’t resonate to common practice, and her disposition suddenly making a complete 180. It seems when I interact with some women that are into things guys would like, or just being human, they probably have a strong close-knit relationship with their family because it gave them a sense of liberation without being paranoid of stepping off the acceptable boundaries.
It’s pretty tough to absolve a potentially decent dating experience, have my mind subsequently dish out virtual experiential realities of predisposed affection for certain women, and having to detox my conscience again only to experience another cycle again. Trekked through the desert of nihilism long before and found existentialism, but it’s pissing me off sometimes. I used to make sardonic quips with the existentialism stuff, and finding out potential Christian existentialists (seems like a New-Agey word to use for those that dived into the realm of their nightly cognition with dreaming to be more bewildered of their place in the world, for some reason), and capitalizing on their potential tendency to bleed into agnosticism, but now, it’s starting to hurt.
Hurt in the sense that I acknowledge the impasses, try to do something about it, and yet still acknowledge more impasses that comes with religion; compatibility, that is, not dogma. My dreams have always been calling out to me, even when I wanted to disregard it as a highly passionate amalgam of predisposed yearning and conflicts, those virtual experiential realities that seem to synch all I want in a nice package makes me wonder why I’m not feeling a sense of urgency to integrate it in my life. It’s doable, but there’s still too much sand in my pocket, I guess.
Wah.
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