As I get older…

treehouseAnd more and more reclusive, I find it increasingly difficult to relate to others. I’ve always been a bit of an odd duck, but nowadays, I dunno. I seem out of sorts when I try and interact with people. I’m not sure if it’s my advancing age or my encroaching hermitude that’s making me feel that way. Could be six of one and half dozen of the other, or it could be something completely different. Or maybe it’s just a temporary thing as these things often are, and I’ll get over it as time goes on.  All I know is that whenever I venture out of the hidey-hole that is the comfort zone that I’ve built for myself these past years — online and otherwise — I stand in bewildered amazement at how much the world has changed, and how very little is actually different.

I’ve mentioned on this blog before that I’ve moved around in my lifetime — a lot. I may not have left the good old USofA, but that’s only because I’ve been dirt poor most of my life and passports are expensive. That, and in order to go to the places I want to go (Ireland, Australia, Japan, &c…) one has to get on a big ol’ plane and fly across that huge stretch of water known as the ocean. That’s totally not happening. Like. ever. So, I moved where I could within my means, and that was plenty enough for me. I’ve been in every contiguous state in this Union except for Maine… I just never made it to Maine — and that’s pretty good for someone who often didn’t have two nickels to rub together. You know? But I digress. I had a point.

I’ve always agreed with this… a person is smart, but people are dumb, well they can be, but they can also be pretty smart too (just look at some of the major protests going on today). But again, I digress.

wallup.netMy point was, I’ve moved. A lot. And despite Florida being very different from Washington (state, not DC, though they’re different too, I’ve just never lived in DC), they are, in fact quite similar when it comes down to it. But honestly, if you’ve ever lived in either state, it’s like living in a whole nother country sometimes. I think that a lot of people just don’t realize how big this country of ours is.  I wrote about it in my old blog here:  Let me tell you about Americans As I mention in that blog post, everything from the climate to the state laws are different,. I can guarantee that there are different customs and mores too. But despite all of the differences, living in Florida or Washington is very much the same in many ways. Because although the overall political values are very different between the states, basic humanity remains the same. I’ve witnessed this time and time again whenever I move. Which is why, dear reader, I’ve never lost my faith in humanity. In my experience, it has always remained the same on a micro level.

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Everything is fine.

So, tying back to my original thought, I sometimes find it difficult to relate to people — in general.  The world around me is in a state of flux and that means that people are bristling balls of emotions ready to strike at the slightest thing. Because people in general dislike change, though change is necessary for a society to grow.  But not many people want to see the change as it’s happening. They’d rather be like the proverbial frog in simmering water and let change boil them alive. Yes, I know it’s a myth, go with it. So anyway, people in general right now are difficult for me to deal with because I’m good with change. I know it’s a part of life, and everywhere I look there’s a whole lot of panic because people I know think the world is coming to an end.  Look, I know things are bad right now. I get it. But panicking never did anyone any good. So I’m all, “Calm down, relax. This too shall pass. And if the world ends, well, we won’t be there to care about it. So worrying isn’t getting you anywhere.” But, telling someone to calm down never got anyone anywhere either… so people cannot relate to me and visa versa. But that’s okay I guess, because because no matter how different things seem… people — in essense — remain the same. That’s my humble observation of course.

via Daily Prompt: Relate

6 thoughts on “As I get older…

  1. Embeecee

    Very timely and well written post. And I got a whole lot out of it, but the thing that stuck in my mind was “You lived in UTAH?” *blink blink* I’m sure it was an experience, although whether good or bad will be at your discretion to share…

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    1. Willow Post author

      I never lived in Utah, but I’ve visited there. 🙂 I’ve been to all of the states (except Maine). Like, visited them, spent the night (or two or three), but I’ve lived in about… 13? I’ll have to count again when I’m not so fuzz-brained… That’s still a lot.

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  2. Marilyn Armstrong

    Sometimes, when I’m with people at a gathering, I feel totally out of place. I can’t figure out why I’m there. Why anyone would WANT me there. We we went at all. We go out because we both feel that we are getting awfully solitary and we need to see other people, but we don’t really want to see most people. Close friends and that’s just about it. Is it age? Or ill health? Both? I don’t know, but I see it happening in many, many people.

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