He said: Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?
She whispered: Don’t you feel powerless living in other people’s worlds?
Interestingly enough, LaxxStyle is a play on words based on how I have felt as of late. I feel awkward when communicating with other people. Having discussions or conversations or simply trying to express my thoughts or feelings about something. I am very confident in my ability to text, email, or blog, but verbally – I flop. Or so I feel.
Essentially, LaxxStyle is lacks style. And not in the sense of fashion, which is another story, but in the sense of turning my thoughts into coherent sentences.
It kinda stems a little from social anxiety. I’m just a typical person, highly insecure about some things, highly confident in other things.
The quote above, I found on Pinterest when looking for prompts to get my creativity flowing. It’s a poetry stanza by someone known as FG. I feel it suits me. I have joked all of my life about hibernating. I used to say if I lived up north, I would need a job that allowed me to work from home for as long as each winter every year. In today’s time, that could be plausible, back then not so much.
I have lost the ability to get lonely and I rarely feel bored. If I have a day, like today, where it’s just me running some errands and accomplishing things I need to do on my day off, I am perfectly content. If I wake up in the morning on a day off and don’t leave the house the entire day, again I am still content. I either thoroughly enjoy my company and/or downtime, or I am prepping for being the last person on earth. That’s a joke. I’d be the first to go in a horror flick.
But as I was on Pinterest realizing writing prompts meant fiction and not nonfiction, I looked up blog prompts. One of the questions on a posted list appealed to me and hence became my title. What do I need more of in my life?
Right now, food. And sometimes overall I need more food. Last night I was so hungry after work I ate potato salad and jalapeño stuffed green olives. That was my dinner.
I used to want a man. I could be happy single, but I wanted to be in love. Now, I don’t feel that. I don’t know where it went and maybe one day it will return (or I’ll end up the crazy dog lady), but in the most literal of sense, I don’t want to be attached.
I do worry what other people think. I try not to but, sorry guilty as charged, I am human. And I believe thinking what other people could be thinking of me maybe drew me to this question more than myself.
I work, I am fine keeping in contact with people via text and social media, I don’t have a significant other nor do I seem to want one, and I can be in my house for hours on straight just doing whatever I want and be happy.
Okay, guess I already am the crazy dog lady.