Growing up, I would constantly frustrate my father with question after question while he was attempting to watch a serious TV show. Those shows with complex characters, lots of dialogue and that most importantly the ones which reward you for paying attention. Because of the way he treated them, I learnt, to enjoy them too. Maybe I didn't learn to do it, maybe I was always meant to? It doesn't matter really, I like serious, so much so I actively seek it out so that I consume as much as possible. Sadly there isn't much but what there is I have been able to find I think. And what I have found I have shared with him, most of it has gone over well but there are always times when I am surprised and saddened. Surprised and saddened because he has not been able to follow the shows, and has bombarded me with question after question. Mad Men is about the limit of his comprehension and attention span.
Around the same time I was asking these questions I was taught by my teacher that one does not start sentences with because and and you just didn't do it. I have since learnt that one can start sentences with these words. I have forgotten if we were given a reason why we couldn't.
I do not like getting older.
Whenever I have a nightmare the monster is always an averaged sized normal looking man. Whenever I have sex dream it is with women I barely know.
I look at my cat and sometimes wonder what she thinks when she sees me manipulating the world around me. What goes through her head when I open her cans of food, the doors to the cupboard which stores them or when I pick her up. I would like to know what these things mean to her.
