Bloganuary: Don’t let me be misunderstood

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Day 9. All the people do is assume wrongly about me. Especially when I meet new people. They think I’m quiet because I don’t start talking to strangers. They don’t even bother getting to know me. It’s their problem and not mine. It’s an introvert thing. I only speak when I have something to say. If people would only bother to ask me something. Why must I be the first one to start anyway. I’m not good at starting conversations. I’ve tried to be more outgoing, but it feels weird. It’s not in my nature to do so. No one knows how it is to be me. If people knew me, they would see I’m not what they think I am. Don’t assume you know me because I’m more than meets the eye.

When I was younger, people thought I was quiet at home too. I was shy around other people, but I was totally the opposite at home. The people I’m close to know I have my own opinions. I’m not afraid to say what is on my mind. Out in public, you need to think about other people’s feelings. You can’t act the same as you do at home. I don’t hurt other people’s feelings on purpose. People think I don’t have opinions, but I do. I just don’t say anything because I don’t like conflicts. Sometimes I have nothing to say, period. I don’t know why I should talk all the time. I don’t like my voice that much.

It’s a shame the world is made for extroverts. If you’re not talkative, they overlook you. If it’s about finding friends or jobs. One of the reasons I’m not good at job interviews is that my answers are short. It doesn’t matter how much I prepare. I always forget to say what I’ve planned. Once when I was an intern in a newspaper, they said I wasn’t social enough. So because I didn’t babble nonsense at work, I’m not social? You can be that even if you don’t talk a lot. I’m an observer, and if I have things to say, I say it. I’m an introvert and not mute.

They say you should be yourself, but then when you are, they think you’re weird. Nothing is ever good enough. I’ve learned through the years that you can’t please other people. They will understand you if they want to, but if they misunderstand you, they will. You can only be the person you know you are. You should focus on the people who do understand you. At least a little.

A 3 POV (point of view)

A young mother and her 5-year-old son is on a playground in the park. The boy is playing with his spade and bucket in the sandbox. The mother tells him, it time to go home but he refuses. He continues to fill his bucket with sand. The other kids in the park had already left.

An older lady is sitting on a bench a little further away, watching them. She thinks about her own son when he was the same age. She can see herself in the young woman, struggling to get her son home. She’s old now and her son has moved away. She comes to the park every day and sits on the same bench. Her husband died 10 years ago. This was the same bench where they had met. She had fond memories of this park. It had changed a lot since then but the atmosphere was still the same.

The young mother is loosing her patience. She knows she shouldn’t raise her voice but she does it anyway. She tells him, it’s getting late and they hadn’t eaten dinner yet. She tries to take the spade away from her son but he just whines. She takes a deep breath and sits down on the edge of the sandbox. She explains to him, calmly that they would come back tomorrow.

The old lady on the bench is a little worried about the mother’s reaction. She could go and tell her to calm down. But when she’s sees there’s no need, she let it be.

The young mother strokes her son’s hair and apologise for raising her voice. The boy empties the bucket and takes his mother’s hand in his. She helps him to get him out of the sand box. She takes the bucket and the spade with them. The situation is over and they walk home.

The old lady smiles to herself and feels relieved about the happy ending. It’s her time to go home too. She would come back the next day. Maybe she would see the young mother and her son there again.

Day 9: Head a Litter Deeper into the Blogosphere

So I should continue searching for more blogs to follow then?! That’s what I’ve been doing lately. Since I discovered Reader. I wasn’t familiar with that before. I feel like a kid in school that had done their assigments before anyone else. Just read what I wrote in Day 4
I don’t want to repeat myself. I could have skipped this task but it’s just too much fun to do them.

Goodbye Stranger by Pepsi&Shirlie