Sometimes life is so hard I could just scream. I would scream and tear my hair out if it would help, but it doesn’t. Nobody hears me. It’s as if I’m in an empty canyon. All I get back is the echo of my frustration. So I come here and tap away on the keyboard. Muttering here brings me more relief and solutions than anything else. My fingers do the talking and somehow the impulses and words travels to my whole body. I am listening and feeling. I hear/feel the problems. My brain processes them, spins its wheels and offers up a few alternatives for me to choose.
It’s been a hard lesson learning to save and use my energy wisely. I am a round peg in a world of square holes. No matter how hard I try, I can not make myself fit and be heard. I don’t think it is such a bad thing. I’ve learned to march to the rhythm of my own beat. I’m surviving. Each of us sees the world differently. It doesn’t mean that I am seeing wrong. I’m seeing different. I’ve been told I’m eccentric long time ago because I butter my toast with avocado and I read ‘weird books’. In that case I guess there’s weird writers out there.
Today I am celebrating my weirdness and eccentricity. I like being a round peg in the midst of square holes. Acceptance is bringing me alot of relief. Writing brings me alot of relief. So ends day 2 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge.
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I wish I could be round peg in the midst of square holes. I feel as I have always been a conformist. As always thank you for sharing.
I wish I could be round peg in the midst of square holes. I feel as I have always been a conformist. As always thank you for sharing.
“…round peg in the midst of square holes” Got me thinking about a teacher I had that wore a pin “Dare to be Different” Embrace it.
I applaud you for being your authentic self. Why should people care about the books you read? I happen to like avocado. I do hope you manage to channel your energy for the things that are important to you, like your garden, art, writing and skiing.
I feel similarly. Today I confessed about hiding in the closet of my house in middle school instead of going to school. For four days no one in my family noticed I didn’t show up downstairs. I was able to hang out silently in my room until after school and then I just went downstairs as if I had been to school. I don’t even know if my siblings knew/know it happened.
Lily, I love this post and I feel I could fit right in with you trying to get in that square hole. I too am weird at times but that’s me and I can’t change it.
You are bot the only one. I have learn a long time to love my wierdness even if no one else does.
Thank you, Brenda.