This will have to be a quick check-in, because my bedtime approaches. Hay fever abides, and it has been hot and humid as north-central-nowhere-near-the-coasts Florida these past few days in upstate New York, and I’m miffed. Yes, I know, I’ll be snivelling about the snow in a few months, sigh.
Despite these conditions, I’ve been writing, working further on my memoir and posting snippets on my author blog. I’ve been thinking about my early training to be a chameleon. If I could, I hid from family and friends alike, but when I had to interact, I learned to mold myself to be exactly like them, in the way Silly Putty copied the funnies in the newspaper. You don’t like that music? Well, I’ve never been partial to that band either. You hate hot dogs? So do I, never eat them. It was the only sure way for people to like me, but I found myself in my twenties with no idea what music or food or books I liked. I had gone so subterranean, I was part mole and part lava monster.
Have you ever found yourself in situations where you pretended in order to fit in? I’d be happy to hear about it. I’m sure more of my meditations will end up in blog posts at some point, once I’ve winnowed through all the trash in my brain!
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