A Functioning Adult
Feb. 3rd, 2022 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
takethisforexampleI had a dream last night that reminded me of a book I used to read in my childhood. It was a graphic novel called Laika that told the story of a famous dog of the same name that was sent into space by the Soviet Union. It is in many capacities an extrapolation of real people and events in order to make the story interesting, but it's also pretty grim. When I read it for the first time in elementary school, it stood out to me since most of the stories I consumed at that age had happy endings. I just purchased a hardcover copy of the book recently and after reading it again I noticed there are many ideas in it that I definitely couldn't have understood when I first read it. It's a fantastic read for adults, honestly, and the illustration is wonderful. In the darkest moments of the story, the art comes to life in these "magic realism" segments, where the cold tones suddenly become slow, colorful, and dream-like. The part that stood out to me the most when I first read it is the ending, where Laika dreams about flying over the USSR and all of the people she met in her life, just before her death. It's bleak about its themes, and when I was younger it put me in a solemn state. I liked that about it then and I do now.
But anyways, that specific dream sequence was what I was reminded of in my sleep last night. It's too difficult and hazy for me to describe but it happened, and I wasn't dying like the dog in the book so I'm happy about that. I love having dreams like that, where I'm flying at night. This one was rather timely I think.
Yesterday I went job hunting. I have been dying to travel ever since I got my passport, and for that I need money. So I walked into a pet store yesterday, told them I'm good with aquariums and lizards, and they looked relieved. It seems they really need someone to help out with the fish tanks. I'll likely get a call back this week, and if not then onto the next store I go. I'm going to save my money and there's one place I want to go the most: the English countryside. Mostly because that's where Corey is and I'm pretty sure we'd have the time of our lives, but also because it just seems so alluring. I desperately want to experience something alien to me. I love everything that my British friends have told me, and of course it's insane to think of that being someone's "normal" (the same way mine is insane to them). Being so far away from people that I love and their entire worlds used to be painful to think about when I was younger, but now I'm old enough to make these things happen. I made a promise that I would make this happen, and I am really counting on myself to succeed. It will be the largest goal I ever work towards alone.
There's a lot on my plate now. Or at least it feels like it. It hit me yesterday that I might want to start taking better care of myself. I haven't been smoking as much weed recently which has helped with my energy. I need to eat better during the day and clean my horribly neglected room. I should probably anticipate the workload picking up soon, but I'm not sure if that will happen. In addition to my classes, I'm volunteering with the radio station now and doing training. That's been interesting by the way, and I'll probably make a designated post for that once my training is over. As of right now, five days of my week are mostly off- Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I don't know what my new schedule will look like but it will probably be vastly different. Some things are going to have to go on the backburner for now, but as long as my mental health and grades don't slip I'll be fine. I'm now, unfortunately, a functioning adult after all.
But anyways, that specific dream sequence was what I was reminded of in my sleep last night. It's too difficult and hazy for me to describe but it happened, and I wasn't dying like the dog in the book so I'm happy about that. I love having dreams like that, where I'm flying at night. This one was rather timely I think.
Yesterday I went job hunting. I have been dying to travel ever since I got my passport, and for that I need money. So I walked into a pet store yesterday, told them I'm good with aquariums and lizards, and they looked relieved. It seems they really need someone to help out with the fish tanks. I'll likely get a call back this week, and if not then onto the next store I go. I'm going to save my money and there's one place I want to go the most: the English countryside. Mostly because that's where Corey is and I'm pretty sure we'd have the time of our lives, but also because it just seems so alluring. I desperately want to experience something alien to me. I love everything that my British friends have told me, and of course it's insane to think of that being someone's "normal" (the same way mine is insane to them). Being so far away from people that I love and their entire worlds used to be painful to think about when I was younger, but now I'm old enough to make these things happen. I made a promise that I would make this happen, and I am really counting on myself to succeed. It will be the largest goal I ever work towards alone.
There's a lot on my plate now. Or at least it feels like it. It hit me yesterday that I might want to start taking better care of myself. I haven't been smoking as much weed recently which has helped with my energy. I need to eat better during the day and clean my horribly neglected room. I should probably anticipate the workload picking up soon, but I'm not sure if that will happen. In addition to my classes, I'm volunteering with the radio station now and doing training. That's been interesting by the way, and I'll probably make a designated post for that once my training is over. As of right now, five days of my week are mostly off- Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I don't know what my new schedule will look like but it will probably be vastly different. Some things are going to have to go on the backburner for now, but as long as my mental health and grades don't slip I'll be fine. I'm now, unfortunately, a functioning adult after all.
