I was reading this morning. The character speaking is an observant man of few words:
"The worlds that people build for themselves
are an open book to their lives--
people build what they never had, but always wanted.
Everyone was the same that way."
Lately, I've been thinking about my own life, and how things are, and how I wished they were different. They are what they are, I suppose, based on our choices. But taking that phrase, and coupling it with how I've been feeling, it makes me wonder now about the world that I've built.
I'm nothing like my family. I'm a loner, but I was that way as a child as well, usually in my room reading, or doing chores that were more single person oriented. Saturday morning you could almost always find me mowing the lawn, then hosing down the driveway. I've always liked clean and orderly. Sometimes I think back -- I was always more about organizing than actually using the stuff I had.
Take Barbie dolls for instance. My dad built custom boxes to hold our dolls and their clothes. I was often building furniture and creating houses, then making sure the dolls and their clothes were put back in their respective places -- the old adage, "a place for everything......." I never was the kind to make up scenarios, to take Barbie and Ken on a "date", to pretend life for them. I was the background person, making sure the pieces for the "date" were in place, in order for the date to work.
So what does that say about my life now? I have a house, and it's the way I want it. Mostly. *laugh* because my son lives with me, there are some things that are out of my control. He runs 80% of the garage; as long as he doesn't interfere with my washer/dryer setup, I'm good. Well. I let things slide, because there has to be some give and take.
So what part of the world I built is because of things I didn't have but always wanted??
*ponder* I'll get back to that later today.
I thought about that all day, and its seems to be elusive, hard to put a finger on the entire thing. I told you I'm nothing like my family. They are ... hmmm... people oriented. Or maybe its the way that they are always doing things, but never stopping a minute to enjoy? That's not it exactly, either. I know that growing up I was never really sure about my Dad's job - except the one he had part time, where he brought home pieces and built the insides of airplane altimeters. That one I understood, as I watched him build them, assembling all the small pieces. But work wasn't something he discussed. I know my brother's had a couple different jobs, and my sister was a teacher, then school principal, and now works in the District office with the students' curriculum. I sometimes wonder what, if anything, they know about my own job? or jobs I held in the past? The one time we all sat down and discussed things in-depth was when we learned Dad had cancer and were going over all the paperworks involved, and we talked about jobs and money. I think they were shocked at my salary (compared to them, they wondered how I even survived on my salary... little do they know how much I go without just to be able to do special things like travel up there to see them.)
So what does all of that say about the world I have built? It's just me in my little world. My work, my photographs, the things I read, are all important to me. Spending time with people isn't my fav thing to do. I am uncomfortable around people for a long extended period of time. When I was in Calif for my Dad's funeral, I was stuck there for 17 days. After 10 days, I nearly lost it. I took off on a long walk, and cried the entire time, because I was so frustrated, feeling so crowded. But at my age, I figure this part of me isn't going to change. I need alone time in order to make it through the rest of life. And that's ok with me.
I am not sure that the quote applies to everyone.
I can see it in others,
but I'm not sure I built something
I always wanted -
I think I built something that was very much needed.
For me.