Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Social Creatures

Man is classified as a social animal, some more than others, and that is readily apparent more today than in the past.

Me? I'm an introvert. That means I don't mind *not* being social most of the time. In fact, I generally prefer it. With that being said, I still Zoom and/or video chat with my friends and family. I live with The Big Guy, and while we stay out of each other's way a good portion of the day, when we have those rare moments of I-haven't-talked-to-anybody-in-days-and-I-have-diarrhea-of-the-mouth, we have each other to talk at in between regular interactions. I'm lucky. The extroverts I see and/or talk to are really struggling - and I completely understand that! Heck, if I'm getting stir crazy, I can only imagine what they're going through.

The thing I miss the most about the seclusion of the day is observing, and yet the people I AM observing are "different." They are interacting in new and different ways. With face coverings, I miss seeing expressions that make me wonder what people are thinking (but I wouldn't change that right now). People are at once more friendly and more reserved. Everybody waves, everybody says hello, but there's a hesitation to go beyond that, a wariness.

Still, while I'm out and about, I continue to look for a setting, an interaction between people, an expression, sometimes even a smell. Those are the things that activate my imagination. I certainly have a storehouse of things to draw on from "before." Even though I'm covering the same familiar territory when I go walking every day (you can see what I see on my Instagram), I miss exploring new places and seeing new things. With that being said, even everyday things can spark my imagination. Today I saw the underside of the leaves. There's an old wives' tale that tells you that's the harbinger of a storm. Storms often make for good stories, don't you think?

Counting my blessings instead of sheep, to coin a phrase.

Current music: Count my Blessings
Current mood: 🍀
Currently working on: Hillendale 4


  1. I think I'm asocial, not anti-social. And I'll bet I've written at least one book where a storm played a major role, but right now, I can't remember which one!