It’s funny the things that bring us together. The familiar weirdness that two or more people share, which becomes a small group, then sometimes a bigger one.
What springs to mind is the myriad of things that bring us together in the first place. A hobby or a pastime. An illness or A favourite something or another, all over the world there are people joining together like never before. There are Groups for this or that bringing people together in some small way. Share your likes and you will find other like minded people who share them too, who can illuminate where something was missing, forcing you to look at something their way sometimes just for a moment, or maybe change your perspective forever. Yet, because you share that common interest you are susceptible to their outlook. I guess it is what helps us grow as people. Sometimes we get misguided or manipulated or just plain confused along the way. Sometimes it can bring us new friends or experiences which we had not thought to try before.
But in among it all for at least a while, there is unity a common bond and a weirdness which connects us and I celebrate that.
I am not quite sure exactly when this happened. When I became so easily distracted that clambering into the shower with my glasses on became the norm or at least a regular occurrence. Is it a writer thing? I silently ask myself, or am I simply losing my marbles…
Who has the answer to that one… But I did it again today! Sure it helps for a moment or two if you happen to be using a razor, to enable you to see those places clearly, but sooner rather than later, the glasses steam up.
It is not confined to steamy glasses at all, if only it were. I often find myself returning to a place to remember what it was that I was thinking of before, maybe it’s just a sign that I am getting older, although worryingly I have done this for years and I’m not that old! You know that point when you are standing in the exact point of a room where you thought of something before you actually headed off to do it.
I hope that I have not become so wrapped up in myself that I am unaware of what goes on around me. I don’t think this is the case, since I am more than aware of the family’s needs and they will never allow that to change and it would give me yet another thing to dislike about myself (and I’m trying to cut down on those, not add to them). Have I put my own actual needs aside to pursue my goal, of finally achieving something for myself, instead of what has been expected of me in the past?
At times, my partner has told me it seems to have become an obsession of mine, to write the things down that go through my head. He has also intimated that this is a bad thing, although of course I beg to differ. I cannot explain the need to do this, other than to enable me to come out the other side of whatever goes in in my sometimes muddled brain and work things out. He also tells me that I have “a butterfly mind” one which flits between subjects. This is not to be mistaken as a low attention span, for I can go back to the original subject, thus proving that I was in fact listening all along, which never ceases to surprise him. I can even repeat what he just said too, usually when he thinks he doesn’t have my attention.
But I wish I wasn’t feeling quite so distracted at the moment. It makes me worry at what other important things I might miss.