Yes, I vaguely remember telling this story to Pam, about the time when I was asleep at night, and I had a dream that something was crawling up and down all over my legs, and then suddenly I realized that it was not a dream, and I got up and flipped on the light switch, and saw that there was a cockroach in my bed. Yuk!
And then there was the time when we were gone water skiing with Pam and Craig, and two other people, Vic and Linda Lestarjet. And that was my first experience of learning how to water ski. And during that time, Linda suddenly, unprompted, began to explain to us some things that she had learned in her advertising class in college, about the use of phallic symbolism in advertising. It is a subliminal thing, she was saying, indicated by the use of various symbols that may require deep analysis to actually see. So yes, that could be true. Maybe. There could be much subliminal gunk in the back of our brains of which I am not conscious, or may be suppressed from consciousness long ago, but anyway, if I were conscious of that would I need to say something about that? No, probably not. Or if I could remember something, would I not have already said something about that years ago? I am not saying that was true or not true, but do we have to talk about this at parties? Was I supposed to give these people a prize for being such conversational bores? Is that all you can think about, you primitive jungle critters?
Faith is the evidence of not seen, so hopefully there is a brighter future ahead for me, liberated from the wretched scum of high school. I feel sort of bad about not being able to witness to them, but they were so unspeakably disgusting.
