It seems to be a time for lots of personal reflections at
the moment. Maybe it’s the time of year, or maybe it’s the time of life.
So, I’m only now realising what a strange child I was, with
my odd sensibilities, high sensitivities, my desire to be independent as soon
as possible, and my need to experiment with everything from shapes and words to
fire and electricity (the last two nearly got me into trouble a few times, but
I’d become an expert liar by then.) And yet nobody ever told me I was strange.
Most of the slappings I got were for talking too much, arguing with parents or
teachers, and being too free with the expression of opinions that were deemed
improper or impolite.
Looking back, I now realise I was simply strange. So why didn’t anybody tell me?
I find that strange.
* * *
Meanwhile, the stiff, weak and painful knees continue
unabated, as do the twinges in the shoulders when I lift anything. I think I
might have a rest day today. I have lots of transparencies to sort through,
pictures that were sent back to me by a library which has now moved out of the
landscape field. I need to edit them so I can ship the best onto another
library which is still operating in that area. If it stays warm and dry after
lunch, I can do it in the garden. That’ll be nice, won’t it?
Bagel for lunch in honour of Venus.
Still strange.
9 comments:
Strange and peculiar in my eyes is always a good thing in a child unless you happen to be a sociopath which I know you weren't. And did you ever think that you were just "different" and it was the adults or other children who were strange?
Thank you, Wendy. I have to admit that I've never known what a sociopath was, so I just looked it up. You're right; I'm just about the opposite of one of those (and was as a child.) What really interests me, though, is that the detailed list of characteristics fits my stepfather like a tailored glove! No wonder I wanted to be independent from an early age!! That added much to my education.
As for how I viewed others, it depended on the situation and my mood. Sometimes I thought everybody else was better than me, and sometimes I thought everybody else was wrong. Bit of a confused kid, really.
Good to be a strange child, I consider it a triumph!
But I didn't even try.
Even better!
A lot of sociopaths played with fire as children. But you don't seem the killing animals for cruelty/fun sort. And i suppose you weren't a bed wetter. So you're good.
Correct on all counts, Andrea. You're good too.
Andrea's comment reminded me of The wasp factory, wonderfully chilling and disturbing...
What is The wasp factory? A movie? Sounds intriguing.
Can I know too, please?
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