A fish climbing trees
I find that I could
be quite internally irritable, seeking the convenience and comfort of my
recluse than engage with anything or anyone. Probably a matter of the
temperament and the inclination to withdraw into my own shell like a clam. And
like a clam, I naturally do not want to be prised open, for the clam shells
open to filter feed and close for protection and security.
Obviously, one is not
channelling one’s apparently piscine attributes, it is not like I have taken to
water like any of the inhabitants therein. Yet, it is an aspect of my personality
that is mostly misunderstood and whilst I could be tempted to make excuses for
the how and the why I choose not to communicate, I appreciate that people need
to communicate and interact even reluctantly.
Just being human
I wonder if in my phlegmatic
state if mind, I have become sclerotic or I am just putting too much thought into
this when I should just make allowances within the tolerances of the elements of
endurance, I have the capacity for. I sigh in the quest for all the mental
energy to contain my circumstances, of commission, of omission, of admission, or
immersion in the things I control and those I cannot.
Then, I am not a
complex or complicated being, more misunderstood and unknown, to whom aspects
of predictability have been ascribed by reason of expectations that are not
essentially true. It is not a case of enigmatic, it is one of being human, with
all the accoutrements of vulnerability, unreasonableness, irascibility, and
occasional sensibleness. This is a work in process with too many imperfections
finding a means of expression.
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