Not about work

Work is about all I've been doing lately.  Dealing with District Managers, holiday business, and things breaking.  I started several posts recently, but they were all just a bunch of complaining about work, so I ended up deleting them.  This post will not be about work.

So I'm going to write about something that happened a while ago.  A dream, actually.

I was with Laura in my San Francisco dreamscape, hanging out with awesome creators like Kaya Foglio, Shaenon Garrity and others.  When we first met, Laura and I hit it off, but starting a long distance relationship is difficult and whatever spark there had been at the beginning between us faded.  Later, she moved to Denver and I hoped we might be able to rekindle something.  No luck, unfortunately.  Somehow one of those situations was forming in the dream, and I was considering trying to make another pass.

Laura left the appartment to find a bathroom, because apparnetly the one there was filled with carrots (nobody was willing to explain why).  As soon as she left, someone turned to me and said that it wasn't cool what I was doing to Laura.  I told her I didn't understand, so she explained.  By trying to get in close every time we were hanging out together, I wasn't being a very good friend.  I would interperet any opening or supposed innuendo as an invitation.  It meant she always had to be on guard when I was around.

I realized she was right; it was a sobering thought.  Some of the best and closest friendships I've had have been ruined by exactly that kind of crap getting in the way.  I resolved right then that there would be no more passes, drunken or otherwise.  I wasn't too keen on giving up the possibility of a relationship, but the dream was right that it wasn't fair to put Laura in that situation.

And that was my last San Fancisco epiphany.