It's hard, having all of this unstructured free time...I start thinking things. Not funny things, not happy things, just tough things. So this free time is causing more grief than happiness.
I try to find things to do: laugh on the phone with friends, read my favorite books, fill my head with distractions so it doesn't have quiet time to think and reflect.
And then, someone comes - someone who uses words with greater force than I could imagine, who chooses words carefully, exacting, to serve a distinct purpose - and shakes my reality. Its shakes with a conversation where I am grasping for words to explain myself, a conversation that forces me to say things I refuse to say to anyone. And I'm forever grateful. But at the same time - shaken with the idea that someone, anyone, can figure me out so easily.
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