Ignorance

Eureka! I finally figured it out. Who hasn't had a moment like that? Where you're almost ashamed that you couldn't figure it out sooner. In my case, well, I really should've known before. I kind of did know, I just couldn't put a name on it. Now I can.

Someone very famous once said "Ignorance is bliss." Even if they were only famous because they were the one who said it. I think it's a crock of bull. Ignorance is ignorance, and there's nothing blissful about it. It's agonizing. What you don't know tends to torment you until you do know it.

You know what? It's ok. I was starting to get worried that it was something scary, disgusting, or disturbing, the way you were talking about it. But it's not, it's just... a thing. And I don't care. It doesn't make any difference. None at all.

If parts of the preceding rant don't make any sense to you, that's just fine and dandy, you weren't supposed to understand them. It's just me thinking out loud, into a keyboard.

As always, song lyrics. Ta-daaaah, the inspiration for my name. Daydream Believer by the Monkees.

Oh, I could hide neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six oclock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin razors cold and it stings.

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times starts and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

You know those songs that you physically can't not sing when you hear them? Maybe I'm the only one who has such compulsions, and that may well be a good thing, a lot of people I know are bothered by the sound of someone singing. In any case, Daydream Believer isn't one of those songs for me, it just has nice lyrics. Personally, for singing/screaming at the top of my lungs while engaged in some perfectly benign activity like cooking or washing dishes, I'm partial to broadway soundtracks. If you walk by my house around dinenrtime, don't be surprised to smell dishsoap, and hear my voice over a recording, "They had it coming, they had it coming, they only had themselves to blame...".

Today's random question, what makes a person a person?

Keep Dreaming,
Daydream Believer.

Home

Well, I'm back from someplace with a warmer climate where everyone speaks a language I don't understand. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see the familiar skyline I saw from the airplane window. It's always interesting to remember who from home I thought about while I was away. The list almost always surprises me. What didn't suprise me was the collection of bizarre dreams I had, both while I was away and when I got back. I have strange dreams when I travel, c'est la vie. I can't remember any of them just now though.

Interesting idea, determining exactly what's going on in one's psyche by their selection of colours. It's somewhat accurate.

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Gotta have song lyrics. This is one of my favourite songs, Fallen by Sarah McLachlan.

Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight

Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.

I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

Keep dreaming.
Daydream Believer