Sam Bergmann's blog

Positive Attitude=Hope?

I recently had a baby dream and, normally they depress me because it's about something I want but don't have. But this time it was different. I woke up with a smile. I couldn't stop that smile either. It was just...weird. I've never woke up like this before. The really interesting thing was that this smile stayed all day. I was shocked that something that normally brings me down was helping me through the day. That evening, I met someone online that I didn't really have an interest in at first. We hit it off. I don't know how or why, but that silly baby dream did it. It made me think more positively and for the first time in months, I was happy.

 

Oh, and in this baby dream, there was Kylee (Tiffany's daughter), Claire (Mrs. Baskin's baby. I named her that in my dream. That's not her given name.), Lucas (my cousin's son), and my daughter. Having a baby in that dream made me so happy. That's the reason I woke up with a smile. God (or someone else with equal power) was telling me that it was going to happen someday and that I didn't need to worry about it. I was going to have a baby someday with someone that I loved very much and someone that loved me back just as much. Just telling you about this now is making me smile as big as I did when I woke up.

 

I love babies! :D

Love is like a Lawnmower.

In my Comp II class, I had to write for ten minutes about the given prompt. This is all the mental vomit I was able to spew.

Prompt: “Love is like a Lawnmower.”

 

Love is like a lawnmower because it helps shape you into what you are today. It shows up, seducing the grass at first with the lovely purring of its engine, but then attacks it in ways you didn’t know possible. It crushes the helpless grass and tears it apart, but in the end, that lawn look more beautiful than before. Terrified, the lawn says it can’t love the lawnmower in return for what it did to the lawn, and insists they need a break. But after a while, the grass starts to miss the sweet sound of that purring engine and the way its burning gasoline smelled that it begs for it to return. When the lawnmower returns, the same chain of events occur, and both are left hurt; the lawn because it can’t understand why it deserves this punishment and the lawnmower because it knows that what they have is fleeting, and what it is for her isn't what it is for him.

 

(After thought)

Love is like a lawnmower. It’s there to make something look pretty and feel better, but it ends up hurting the object of its affection in the process. It doesn’t mean to hurt it, the lawnmower just wants what’s best for the grass, but it can’t always do both. This can be a painful process for both the grass and the lawnmower because the grass likes it when the lawnmower is there, knowing it is about it help it along the way with words of encouragement or a night on the town, but the lawnmower knows that the outcome, despite its efforts, may not be as painless.