Is It Just Me?

Have you ever wanted to call someone you hadn't talked to for like 12 years and say, "Hey, I had this dream about you last night and I wanted to call and catch up and also, like, see if you are okay. Because I'm not saying I'm psychic or anything, but I don't usually have dreams about people I haven't talked to in 12 years." But then you decide not to because you think they might find it creepy, but you don't think you would find it creepy.

Unless it wasn't someone you wanted to talk to in the first place. So then you wonder if they don't want to talk to you in the first place and you remember that time you passed them in the mall and it was kinda close to Christmas and a Saturday, so the mall was packed and right in the middle of expounding on how much you hate the mall, you walked past them way on the other side of the corridor and waved and they turned and walked away. And you didn't know if that was on purpose or if they didn't see you, so maybe they don't want to talk to you at all.

Or maybe they just didn't see you. So then you wonder if there's anyone who waved at you and you didn't see and think that maybe you hate them. And wonder if maybe this is the reason for war and strife worldwide. People not seeing each other in the mall and then think that probably not, because it doesn't account for religious war and poverty and class struggles.

Or is it just me? Because, okay, that's specific, but that kind of thing happens to me all the time.
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Do you ever wake up a few minutes late and get so panicked about being a few minutes late that you end up sitting on the edge of the bed freaking out for ten minutes before you realize that this is not an appropriate reaction and actually get up and start getting dressed?
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Do you ever watch marathons of reruns of shows that you never watched (and possibly scorned) when they were actually on TV the first time and end up getting totally addicted to them. This is how I got into Buffy. Fortunately, it wasn't completely off the air yet. Also Ally McBeal. And, yes, I'm ashamed to admit that. I discovered that I love M*A*S*H* after a Memorial Day marathon. I watched that show all the time as a kid, but I always kinda put up with it because Klinger was funny. Turns out it's a fabulous show. Who knew? I spent an entire maternity leave watching Judging Amy. Seriously.

My most recent affliction is Ghost Whisperer. I don't know why. I still think it's kind cheesey and the effects leave quite a bit to be desired, but for some reason I'm watching Jennifer Love Hewitt talk to ghosts and finding it compelling. Compelling enough to watch almost every night in bed. Also, Camryn Manheim is on that show. I love her. I had no idea that she and her funky earring were present in the ghost communication. So much better than The Practice. (Which I tried very hard to watch because of her and also the Ally connection. I know. Sad.)

So, does anyone else do that? Or is it just me?
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Does anyone else lose jewelry? I mean, I always find it because I put it somewhere that makes sense where it won't get hurt. But I currently can't find my wedding ring. Which is weird when you think about it. I only don't wear it in the shower and to bed, so where could I have possibly put it? But I can't find it. I'm also missing a lovely lime green and teal necklace that I would have liked to wear today, but can't find. It's huge. It's really long and it has tiny beads, but like 20 strands of them. It's really not the kind of thing you can easily misplace. I remember Brynna broke part of it, but I fixed it so that you couldn't tell and now... Gone. Hopefully it's with my wedding ring and my comfortable silver hoops, because these things weigh a ton.

Which brings me to another topic. Does anyone else have a ton of nearly identical jewelry? For me, it's silver hoops, which, match everything. But I'm sort of picky. I don't want anything that's going to stab me in the neck when I'm on the phone. And I don't like them to be too heavy, but if they are too light, then I forget I have them on and something bad happens involving a hairbrush. Also, weirdly, I don't like them to be perfectly round. I don't know why.
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Finally, does anyone else ever drive down the road analyzing everything that just happened for the last eight hours trying to decide if any of it is funny enough to blog? Then finally decide on something that would make a good blog, write the entire blog in your head on the way home, get home, forget it and never post it? I think I need a tape recorder for the car. Then I could just say my blog out loud while I drive and transcribe it later. Of course, this would involve more talking to myself.
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So, is it just me? It is, isn't it? Oh well.