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A while ago, I attended a writers' workshop and the lady who hosted it told us all to go away with this bit of advice - to write for just ten minutes a day. I was determined to go ahead with it and I did...for two days. So today I remembered that I'd resolved to do so and I whipped out my journal and wrote for fifteen minutes. I'm typing out pretty much the same thing that I wrote earlier, with some differences. I find I can go a lot more in-depth when I'm typing than when I'm writing by hand. Writing by hand is such a chore! I've struggled with loneliness a lot throughout my twenty-nine years. I struggled with it when I was the only one home with my mum when I was a teen and everybody else had other places to be. I struggled with it after marriage and when we moved into our own house for the first time. I struggled with it after my son was born and I felt torn between pursuing my writing and being a good mum, because my culture seems to indicate that a woman has absolutely no chance of living her own life - or at least, she has no chance of attaining any goals she hasn't already attained - once she has children. I feel it occasionally still, even though I get so little time to myself nowadays that any alone time is simply awesome. I've tried to come to terms with the idea that being alone isn't a bad thing - and a lot of the time, it isn't. My friends don't live nearby so I don't get to see them often, and even when I do, I feel like there isn't much depth to our conversations. I'm surrounded by people who do not think like me, who do not share any of my interests and hobbies. I feel like I've become desensitised to isolation. Loneliness is my preferred way to be. I walked into my college cafeteria at lunch today and it was the usual hubbub of activity. Youngsters walking around, chatting animatedly, shouting across the room, laughing, eating, socialising. I could recall how that clamour wouldn't have bothered me ten-twelve years ago, when I would have been one of the youngsters talking excitedly with her friends. But, as this moment, I just found an out-of-the-way little table and sat down. I watched the crowds for a while, wondering why it was only at moments like these that the sense of isolation became so strong. In the middle of a crowd, I feel most alone. |
| 11:31 Even though the blogging prompt challenge I'm doing for this month doesn't include weekends, I want to keep up with my own daily blogging...so here we are! I don't know what to write about! I'm yawning my head off as I type. Why am I always so tired? T_T Yeah, sure, going to bed at one in the morning and then rising at a quarter to eight is a tad short of the minimum seven hours I should be getting, but I'm always tired. This morning, my kitten was loudly meowing away and scratching at the door to be let into my bedroom. On the other side, my son was slamming the side of his cot into the wall and banging on every bit of wall he could reach to get me up. There's no rest! My God, wouldn't teleportation be an awesome power? I'd just take my bedding and go to some quiet, warm corner of the world and get a decent amount of rest! On the subject of powers, I've just remembered. On Eid a couple of days of, my nephew and cousin were having a heated discussion about what houses they thought they would be sorted into in Harry Potter. I like to rant about the fact that Pottermore sorted me into Slytherin. Slytherin! Twice I took the quiz, and both times I was sorted among the snakes. What the hell, Pottermore?! Not cool! I'm a Hufflepuff, without a shadow of a doubt! Still, I know why I was sorted into Slytherin. It's because one question asked what powers I'd most like to have and, of the four answers presented, I chose mind-reading. I'm curious about how people's minds work so having a power like that would be ace! Pottermore judged me and found me unworthy of Hufflepuff :( On a side note, doesn't "Hufflepuff" sound like a Pokemon? "Hufflepuff? Huffle, Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff?! HufflePUFF! Huffle...! PUFF!" *KO'd by unbreakable pink bubbles* 11:45 ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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