October 31st, 2012

Macbeth the Usurper


I had a dream the other night. I was in a car with my best friend, when we see a girl that we know. He gets on the phone and talks to her, both of them ignoring me. That really made me mad. I felt marginalized. I spoke up for myself, and they looked surprised that I would feel that way at all, like it never occurred to them that shutting me out of the conversation was anything wrong.

That's one of those dreams where something in my brain snapped. That happens sometimes. Some bit of me that was wrapped too tight just gives. It really speaks to how mad marginalizing makes me feel.