Labyrinths and Monsters

So, my dear readers, you are probably wondering what the hell happened after yesterday's post. Here's the answer to that: Almost nothing, at least at surface level. Other levels will not be delved into as there is a high chance that you will never get out again, because they are like a string of labyrinths with a pretty mad monster waiting to eat you.

What about that life-changing decision? I hear you cry. Well, it was only really life changing in two of those three paths, and the other one was hardly-so at all; it happened that this path outweighed the others vastly, and I knew it all along deep down. I'm happy with my decision, but am still stuck in a room with all the "what ifs" and "could bes". Still, a decision I had to make got made, and that's all you really need to know.

It also seems that, even though they seemed to be gone, the bad dreams are back. Another fantastic one last night, involving my friends being robots, an evil dictator (who wasn't me, I'll add that comment because if it was me it would, of course, be a good dream), and being held hostage at a computer desk while zooming in on my old friends telling my new ones that I'm a lousy person, and them believing it. I then finally broke out of the room, and went to find my friends who had fled into a forest, and found them all buried up to the neck in forest floor, but perfectly happy.

Let's put a lid on it there; there is more, but you'll only think I'm more weird than before (which would be accurate). I think the dream is alluding to my thoughts that my decision yesterday was selfish. Even though the only way it could have not been selfish was if I stopped it around two months ago, which I didn't. It had, therefore, come too far to not have some kind of self-centred core to it. The best I can do now is just grin and bare it.

In other news, Alex and I finally got around to ordering our FiveFingers. Obviously you can click that link and go to the site, I can't be bothered to post you a picture (I'm getting a pair of black sprints, Alex is getting the black KSO). If you've read my barefooted post you'll see why I like them, as they are as close to being barefoot as you can get with all the added protection (not to say I need it of course, especially not after four years, it's mainly for holidaying with people who keep telling me to be careful, which happens a lot). I'm interested to see how Alex gets on with them.