Call Me Thomas, Hobbes.
I had a bad, bad dream last night. What made it worse is that it felt so real. It left a negative feeling and you know how it somehow affects your day when you wake up at the wrong side of the bed, right? Well, I carried that heavy feeling well into the afternoon and is the reason why I’ve resorted to writing about it now.
I no longer wish to discuss the details but, instead, I’d like to focus on what I’m taking with me out of this experience.
I’ve already told someone — who I must add is no licensed Freud — about it and he somehow helped me understand why I’ve been having dreams of this sort. What truly created an impression on me was when he said that these dreams are product of my reflections. The subconscious is so alive when we sleep, huh?
I felt naked while being psycho-analysed. Have you ever felt that way? I was never really fond of being “looked into” esp since I pride my own discernment. Which was then put into question. But, hey, I reckon we often are blind of our own quirks and eccentricities. Especially on how we perceive certain people and situations. I have to admit that, paradoxically, my suspicious nature help keep my partiality in check to the point of palpability.
Relationships are a tricky thing, I believe. Since each one is built differently, one will have to learn how to adjust to what the other is capable of dishing out. Then when put in the context of love, it made the whole thing all the more interestingly complex and comforting at the same time. Weird, eh? Well, wait till you let yourself experience the different facets of human beings, seeing how evil one can be, you’ll realise that, ironically, you’ll need another human being to purge the evil out.
Anyway, I digress.
Going back, towards the end of our conversation, I merely said, “Call me Thomas from now on.” In reference to my apparent doubtful nature, esp on the sincerity of certain people. Wherein he just responded, “because I’m Hobbes?”
I had to laugh at the wittiness of his response. And because — He. Nailed. It. Brilliant. Simply brilliant, Hobbes! 
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The irony of self-awareness is always interesting, that the most self-aware people are always open to input from others. Weird huh?
Some people are conscious enough of how they act and why they act that way in such a way that they can get “out” of themselves, like one person looking and inspecting another person. Some, don’t, as you mentioned that some are blind with their own actions and “eccentricities.” It takes a good friend to be honest about stuff like that, or else that eccentric someone would live the rest of his life just like that. Lol.
I don’t like being psycho analysed too. On the other hand, I enjoy analysing people! haha!
Rico: Is it because these people are so “self-aware” that they continually seek ways to improve themselves? Makes sense actually.
Sophie: Yea, we wouldn’t want that running about now, would we?
Perhaps the reason why we don’t like people to look in too deep is because we like to keep a certain mystery around us. What do you think? But it’s strange how we somehow whinge when people misunderstand us.
Sounds like a virtuous cycle to me!
Rico: If you can be kind enough to help us define this cycle you’re referring to then I’m sure it’ll be appreciated cuz right now all I’m thinking is it’s more of a two-way street.
Relationships are a tricky thing. I agree.
I don’t know the context of your dream. Personally though, I find that my relationship with people ferment into either wine or vinegar. Depends on how the nature of people, I guess.
Jozzua: Nice! It sucks when things go sour, huh?