My blog is like a scrapbook of conversation and chatter. (rt)
Everyone should keep a journal. It’s true. They’re good for the soul or whatever. Pretty much my only take-away from my child psychologist’s sessions was that journal writing helps. I already knew that but it was nice to have the confirmation. She reminded me of Mary Hartman … the same colourful wool ties in the hair, as she’s trying to be hip and free and cool, thinking it would put me at ease. She was amusing, I must say. Ironically though, at the time I had already been keeping a journal and it had been read by a counselor. It was the darkness of it that got me sent to a clinic. It turns out that being a young introvert in an extroverted world, back then, was a heavy burden, emotionally. We needed more time to recharge and it was assumed to be a weakness. The thought that to be accepted I would forever have to endure energetic, social occasions with rooms full of people was demoralizing. The future seemed like it would be a chore.
I tried to tell everyone I was different, and no one took it seriously. A drawback of being an introvert is that you won’t seek out people to talk to who understands what it’s like to be an introvert. It’s a character trait, not a character flaw. And it’s our time right now to balance things out. The virus is out there, and some of us can manage the solitude much better mentally than others. We don’t need to adapt to the home isolation. We’re used to it. It’s a good thing we’re around because that means half of us can handle being shut in and many are productive in an online world. Plus, we’re more than capable of fighting this virus from the inside.
This is pretty much The Walking Dead but with a virus instead of zombies.
It seems everything we do now is centered on Covid. We’re being hunted. Thinning of the herd is so true and the ones who survive better get their act together or the next culling could be something even worse.