One about Susan Boyle

I can’t deny that when I watched Susan Boyle’s video for the first time I also thought it wasn’t real, that is, she was kind of playing a role. But, for me, that isn’t the point. That’s not what matters. The whole message is what matters. And it has told us something – by “us”, meaning the world. Why is everybody talking about that? Have we all already been in the other side, seeing someone and not giving a damn to him or her? How many opportunities have we lost because of that? Opportunities of having new good friends, of being surprised, of being happy.

And are they arguing about marketing, about Susan Boyle’s past or boyfriends? I don’t wanna know Susan Boyle. I don’t wanna watch that show. I wanna be, from now on, more aware of what I may be missing in my everyday life, and also more aware that I should and can be confident when it comes to something I believe in.

The misteries of dreaming

I had (or I remembered having) plenty of dreams last night. One featured a thief and kidnapper (!), another featured a cousin of mine. But one of those several dreams called my attention because of something that happened to me this morning.

As I mentioned before, the TAT is a psychological test – and I’m doing a course on it. One of the assignments for this course is to administer this test to someone. Actually, not the whole test yet, just one picture. It’s a rehearsal, after all. Furthermore, we’re not required to buy it: the supervisor will lend a picture to each one of us. However, we’re supposed to borrow it from the TA on Wednesday from 2 to 5 p.m., which is very much an inconvenient time for me, causing me to worry and leading me to dream of it.

In my dream, the TA was happily waiting for me. She had especially found a time that would suit me. It was a self-centered dream. As she lended me the first TAT picture, one that shows a boy with a violin, she was talkative and she seemed to like me so much that she treated me as an one of her best friends.

This morning I met a girl who’s in this course with me and happens to be a close friend of the TA. She mentioned that she had already finished the course’s assignment and offered to lend me the picture she had borrowed: it was the one showing the boy with the violin.

Now I won’t have to find a way to go meet the TA tomorrow. If only I would have relaxed after that dream…