Happy Endings

Daily Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Happy Endings, and this is what it said:

Tell us about something you’ve tried to quit.

Did you go cold turkey, or for gradual change?

Did it stick?

And this is my response:

I tried to quit using contractions when I write/type many years ago when I was in public school, contractions were looked down on when doing research papers and reports et cetera, and so I decided that it would be easier to just avoid using contractions in all of my writings. 😀

I stopped cold turkey.

Yes, it stuck mostly, but I probably still use contractions when I talk.


Somehow I forgot the rest of my dreams that I had last night and I forgot the earlier parts of this dream and I did not voice record this dream, but I still barely remember part of my last dream which took place during the day inside a maybe one-story building that was possibly a business/office with house-like areas.

Most of my family and I were there except for my brother CC, no one seemed to be in the business/office-like areas like it was closed, and we were in the house-like areas but I am not sure if we lived there or not; and the house-like areas were along the walls which were mostly made of glass and/or had a lot of windows so you could usually clearly see outside, and it was a nice view into the quiet parking lot in a quiet neighborhood.

I remember sitting, walking, talking, maybe watching television, maybe eating and drinking, looking through the walls/windows, et cetera with my family and alone until an unknown married couple (husband and wife) joined us.

The husband was a somewhat older possibly balding man with whitish colored skin and the wife was a short woman with yellowish/whitish/light-brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair whose family was from a country in Asia, and I remember them being very relaxed and friendly; and they treated us like we all knew each other, like friends, and I remember talking with them for a while until I left the building alone at some point.

It was a nice day and I remember walking through the neighborhood until I reach a trail that crossed a mostly cleared out wilderness area with a bit of water that crossed into a small field that led to another neighborhood, I remember stopping on a natural dirt/grass/island or bridge that crossed the shallow water, and maybe there was a bed or table or something there; and I remember changing some of my clothing for some unknown reasons.

While I was trying to put some pants on and some of my other clothing, a group of kids from the other neighborhood ran over to play, and I remember a boy with dark-brownish colored skin stopping to ask me questions while I was trying to finish putting my clothes on; and I remember answering his questions as I got dressed, and when I was finished dressing I started to walk to cross the other neighborhood.

My former male schoolmate and one-time classmate GR was walking from the other neighborhood, he recognized me and he greeted me, and I remember him asking me some questions; and I remember him asking me where I lived, when he found out that I was still living in the city of D he was surprised, and he said that if he had known this that then he would have been visiting me; and it seemed that he was going to start doing that.

I was not comfortable with the idea so I started trying to ease into explaining why, I remember starting with mentioning my problem with several anxiety disorders (social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder) and I was going to slowly start to explain what they were and some of the ways that they have effected/affected me, and my former schoolmate/classmate GR immediately interrupted me and he started saying something about them causing problems with anger; which is not so accurate in my case, he started explaining how that anger can build up and things like that and how it was not healthy, and I listened uncomfortably as I waited to explain some of the ways that my anxiety disorders have effected/affected me but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr