Last week was one of those times when my personality was in relative demand, but my hermit side was requesting I cease and desist with the extraversion. Without fail, I find I’m dying of boredom the second my Lone Ranger persona rides off into the sunset—and without fail, I sit with fingers a-tappin’, wishing my pals would pick up the phone, return an email, or rally for an adventure.
But instead I’m left to entertain myself. Serves me right, I know.
Responsibilities will realign, moods will shift, and connections will happen. In the meantime, I find there’s nothing like non-verbal communication to keep me from twiddling my thumbs and pinkies into exhaustion.
…sometimes when one’s out of sync with people, a dialogue with objects offers just the right amount of stimulation…
(top to bottom: Scenes from a Sunday—truck cab communication; oasis peek-a-boo; sidewalk soap opera)
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