I had a dream last night that I was arguing on the telephone with ectropy.
Why her? I have no idea. I don’t know her, and don’t have any association with her other than LiveJournal. But there it is.
In any event, we were arguing about the nature of happiness. She was trying to get a gumball out of a gumball machine, and there was one purple gumball in the machine–all the way at the top. Her argument was that she wouldn’t be happy unless she got the purple gumball, but since it would clearly require her to buy all the gumballs in the machine, it wasn’t worth pursuing.
I argued that the happiness isn’t in the gumball, it’s in yourself, and that the secret is to be happy no matter what gumball you get.
I have no idea what any of this means. Dreams are stupid, anyway. 🙂