Prompt Today:
Write about a strange experience you've had - one that can't be explained rationally.
Write for 10 inutes without stopping.
I've had plenty of strange experiences in my life. One of the strangest is very sensitive for me to talk about but is the most recent experience that I have yet to put together and make sense of. When I think of the term "strange experience" I feel almost compelled to respond with humor and slight fiction but I'd like to be true to myself in these writing exercises and really dig within.
The strangest experience would have to be when my parents decided to go their seperate ways. I was older and out of the house but I often blame myself for something I know has nothing to do with me. What was even more strange was to watch my parent find comfort in other people who were unfamiliar to me. As an adult, once you've experienced your own personal relationships and have children, watching your parents date is a little awkward and uncomfortable. Maybe even nerve-wrecking. It seemed, until very recently, to be like the ever-lasting April fool's joke. I am very family oriented and take pride in stepping in when I'm needed to protect and stick up for my family. But now where I grew up is sort of distorted. It's a different house and things that I have in my mind as memories almost feel painted over and remodeled. I don't feel comfortable, just strange. The strangest thing about this whole thing is that I make myself uncomfortable by over-analyzing reality. I think too much about what my role should be and who I want others around me to be and then I get uncomfortable and weird. Like I'm acting and bring phony but with good intentions. That's strange on its own because it's such a contridiction but what am I to do? I see how happy everyone is around me and I have to remind myself that happiness is contagious. I should feel excited for these new avenues my parents are able to experience and proud that they survived a divorce and are very cordial with each other and don't speak ill of each other. I should be satisfied that both my parents love me and themselves enough to be happy after something so life-changing. I'm trying to get to that place mentally and I'm making progress but it still feels....strange.
Write about a strange experience you've had - one that can't be explained rationally.
Write for 10 inutes without stopping.
I've had plenty of strange experiences in my life. One of the strangest is very sensitive for me to talk about but is the most recent experience that I have yet to put together and make sense of. When I think of the term "strange experience" I feel almost compelled to respond with humor and slight fiction but I'd like to be true to myself in these writing exercises and really dig within.
The strangest experience would have to be when my parents decided to go their seperate ways. I was older and out of the house but I often blame myself for something I know has nothing to do with me. What was even more strange was to watch my parent find comfort in other people who were unfamiliar to me. As an adult, once you've experienced your own personal relationships and have children, watching your parents date is a little awkward and uncomfortable. Maybe even nerve-wrecking. It seemed, until very recently, to be like the ever-lasting April fool's joke. I am very family oriented and take pride in stepping in when I'm needed to protect and stick up for my family. But now where I grew up is sort of distorted. It's a different house and things that I have in my mind as memories almost feel painted over and remodeled. I don't feel comfortable, just strange. The strangest thing about this whole thing is that I make myself uncomfortable by over-analyzing reality. I think too much about what my role should be and who I want others around me to be and then I get uncomfortable and weird. Like I'm acting and bring phony but with good intentions. That's strange on its own because it's such a contridiction but what am I to do? I see how happy everyone is around me and I have to remind myself that happiness is contagious. I should feel excited for these new avenues my parents are able to experience and proud that they survived a divorce and are very cordial with each other and don't speak ill of each other. I should be satisfied that both my parents love me and themselves enough to be happy after something so life-changing. I'm trying to get to that place mentally and I'm making progress but it still feels....strange.
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