Senator

In last night’s dream, I had just been elected as Senator of Massachusetts. I have no idea how that happened. I wasn’t even on the ballot.

At first I thought there was no way I wanted the job. But then I thought it might look good on my resumé.

And then I thought it might not be a good career move because it would narrow my options once my term was completed. I would only be qualified for Senator jobs in the future which felt way too limiting. So I should probably not accept the election results.

And then I thought about all of the people who were expecting me to serve in the Senate and how embarrassing it might be for me to back out of it, and maybe it would be easier for everybody if just I accepted the results.

But then I thought maybe this would not be such a good idea because if I had to deal with issues related to the economy, I would not be very good at it because I’ve always been terrible at math.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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