When Your S/O Has No Dreams…
Because that last one was tiny… (#TWSS) I’m giving you a round two in the same day… Consider it a makeup from Christmas slackness…
It’s no great secret that I’m single and have been for some while. Every now and then, I’ll sit back and think about the things that my last serious relationship has taught me. There’s several different post-worthy lessons, so I can’t list all the lessons here. However, there is one thing that struck a chord with me.
My ex had 50-lem dreams and had a plan for none. I remember back then, my communication wasn’t stellar, I just woke up one day and told him, “I can’t be with you.” Not knowing the reason why, just knowing that there was something about his nonchalance that irritated me. Every five minutes there was a new plan. He was going back to school, then didn’t. He wanted to be a producer and just needed to sell one beat. All I remember is that while I admired him having a dream, I just couldn’t get past the fact that while he was workin on his dream, his cell phone was cut off because he had no money to pay the bill.
It reminds me of that episode of A Different World where Ron had no money to pay rent and Dwayne was gonna kick him out. Reality is, you can’t pay your bills with a dream.
Then I thought about the other side of the coin. Suppose my boyfriend had no dreams. Was totally content going to his job and being a customer service tech (or whatever) not even striving to be the head of his department. He’s fine just going to work and coming home again, setting a goal for nothing. I wonder if I would lose respect for him because damn, you mean to tell me that where you are right now is ALL you want out of life?
Almost everyday, I write out a to-do list of the things that I want to get completed that day. As I go through the day, I cross things off. At the end of the day, I examine everything I got done and feel a sense of accomplishment, no matter how small. I cannot imagine the person that I am dealing with not having one of those for his life. Just fine with moving from day to day, each day the same as the one before. Where do they do that? And is it normal?
Am I asking too much? Is it not that big of a deal to anyone but me? Is it just the rant of someone that can’t sit still for too long in their own life?