REBLOG: Melanie C., of “Sparks From a Combustible Mind” Responds to Week #15 of “Working on Us” Topic: Isolate/Introvert, Both Prompts.

Alone In My Head

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Some Gentle Rules from Beckie:

  • Write your own post and create a pingback to the original post here.
  • There are no right or wrong answers.  Write in any format you see fit.  (Answers, fiction, non-fiction, poetry, poem, short prose…anything).
  • You can do one or all prompts.
  • You have from September 11th. through to September 17th. to submit your entries.
  • Please re-blog the original post in order to spread more awareness.
  • ( If you the blogger have a suggestion/question you want to ask in the future weeks, please submit them in the comment section of Beckie’s post).
  • Let’s see if we can get some men involved in this weeks prompts, your viewpoint/feelings are validated here too!
  • Plus, as an added bonus, whoever responds to the following prompts will automatically be re-blogged to promote your blog site and spread more awareness!

Prompt #1 Questions:

  1. Are you more Isolated or Introverted?
  2. Do you feel that there is a difference between the two?
  3. What are the causes of being Isolated or Introverted?
  4. Does your family/friends/co-workers question your behavior when you crave alone time and/or do not want to be bothered?
  5. Have you spoken to a therapist/psychiatrist in regards to being Isolated/Introverted?
  6. What is a normal day being in your shoes?
  7. If you were ever asked to go to dinner/party, would you go?  If not, what kind of excuses have you made up to get out of going?

Prompt #2

What do you feel when you visualize this picture? (You can write exactly how you feel, or write a poem, poetry, and/or short prose).

Toy loneliness


MY RESPONSES:

Prompt #1 Questions:

Are you more Isolated or Introverted?    I like the following thought: Image result for alone but never lonelyI am an introvert.  I didn’t know that for a very long time and struggled to be more extroverted.  It was exhausting.   It was a huge relief to discover WHY I like being alone more than I enjoy people.   I never feel isolated.   To me?  Isolated is when one is trapped in one’s home or somewhere in a huge blizzard.  

Do you feel that there is a difference between the two?  Yes.  See above for my explanation.   The introvert is never isolated.   It’s a CHOICE.  Isolation isn’t a choice.

What are the causes of being Isolated or Introverted?   Isolated?   Blizzards, natural disasters, abandonment – things done TO a person.   Introversion?   It’s a character trait.   One simply is introverted.   There’s no ’cause’ per se, unless it’s the brain chemistry of the individual who is introverted.  I  think personally one is born that way, although I suppose one might become that way after negative reinforcement or something.

Does your family/friends/co-workers question your behavior when you crave alone time and/or do not want to be bothered?   They question it.  They think it’s ‘weird’.   These days I don’t give a hoot.   I KNOW I need the time alone, or things are going to get a lot worse for them and me. 

Have you spoken to a therapist/psychiatrist in regards to being Isolated/Introverted?  Yep.   Mental health care providers have expressed concern over my growing ‘isolation’ and caution me about doing it ‘too much’.  Apparently too much is bad.   I do as much as I can to socialize when I can.  If I’m not feeling social, it’s counter-productive to force the issue.   I probably won’t show up where ever the social event is any way or I’ll become physically ill.   The availability of anti-anxiety medication has helped a little with that latter thing.

What is a normal day being in your shoes?  I’m very fortunate to be able to stay at home.   I’m disabled and thankfully working is off the menu.   I thought recently that I was going to have to go back to work and the mental stress that caused have convinced me that trying for employment again is a really bad idea.   Stress and anxiety are a part of why I am disabled and exacerbating those never work out well for me.   So a normal day includes walking my dogs (when weather permits and I feel well enough), trying to monitor and regulate my diabetes (it takes a lot more time than you might think to do that too), blogging, doing a bit of jigsaw or adult coloring in the later afternoon and a bit of gaming on my tablet.   Then dinner, a bit of TV and bed.   It’s a good life.  It might sound too isolated for most, but for an introvert like me?  It’s almost perfect.

If you were ever asked to go to dinner/party, would you go?  If not, what kind of excuses have you made up to get out of going?   Sure!  Since I began using an anti-anxiety medication, it’s lots easier to attend such things without the stress I used to get.   Now in the past and when I didn’t have prescribed medication, I’d usually find some physical reason I couldn’t do whatever – go to dinner, or a party (I actually haven’t been to a party in a very long time, but going to dinner is okay).  I have honestly gotten physically ill at the thought of going outside some times.   Also, I used to drive unreliable cars, and that was a dandy excuse.  Oh, I could get creative!


Prompt #2

What do you feel when you visualize this picture? (You can write exactly how you feel, or write a poem, poetry, and/or short prose).

Toy loneliness

This kind of photo always breaks my heart.    Yes, I’m a sappy and sentimental person for it, but it’s always been that way.   On my “Critter Shelf” (nod to Evil Squirrel for the title) reside TWO wee stuffed animals that I found on my wanderings around Salt Lake City.  One is a teeny stuffed brown bunny with soft pink ears and the other is a cream and black dog.   I found them at different times, but something about the loneliness of them lying in the road just cut open old scar tissue in my heart and I had to take them home.  I didn’t want to envision them squashed or run over.   And yeah, they’re TOYS.   Some child, some time, loved them.  Some child presumably loved that bear in the photo too.   How it ended up on a muddy road is unknowable.   Heart-breaking.  I’d take it home with me.   Poor Teddy.

WARNING!   The poem I’m going to share might make my readers a bit misty-eyed or openly weeping.   It makes me cry.  I have copious tissues to that end.

“Little Boy Blue” is a poem by Eugene Field

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Boy_Blue_(poem)

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
The little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
“And don’t you make any noise!”
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue—
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place—
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.

 

 

BC 2019

3 thoughts on “REBLOG: Melanie C., of “Sparks From a Combustible Mind” Responds to Week #15 of “Working on Us” Topic: Isolate/Introvert, Both Prompts.

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    1. But of course you words are reblog worthy. That is the purpose of sharing the stories from different bloggers who face certain challenges.
      My goal is to share to as many people as I can, in order to help another blogger with related issues.
      I’m just so pleased you participated, and shared all that you had. Including that poem! 💚😘

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