Last night, when the heat finally subsided enough that I could contemplate moving at all, I went for a walk through the newly developed area of my town. The sun was setting, the temperature was perfect for walking, and it really good to be moving for the first time in a really long time. But then my imagination got the better of me.<\/p>\n
In my mind’s eye, each house had it’s happy little family doing happy family things inside of it. This image was confirmed by the occasional family sitting on a porch or starting out on a walk together, by a young mother holding her baby on while sitting on the front stairs, two middle-aged women coming outdoors with glasses of red wine, and a couple of bonfire parties. Everyone had someone, and I was just walking past. Each house bent forward to whisper in my ear, “You’re alone, you’re alone, you’re alone.”<\/p>\n
I tried to fight back. I reminded myself that this was probably the after-effects of having been uncharacteristically alone at work today (almost all of my co-workers were out of the office, leaving me to stare at my screen in solitude most of the day). I also “knew” that I was suffering from an allergic reaction that always messes with my mood like you wouldn’t believe. But this didn’t seem to help.<\/p>\n
In desperation, I stepped my defenses up a notch. The best defense is a good offence, they say, so I actively imagined fighting families storming off to separate rooms in their big, beautiful houses, and I counted how many of the houses that mocked me were actually still vacant and waiting to be bought (quite a few, in this new development).<\/p>\n
But in the end, the houses and their insidious whispers won out. An imagination is a terrible and powerful thing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last night, when the heat finally subsided enough that I could contemplate moving at all, I went for a walk through the newly developed area of my town. The sun was setting, the temperature was perfect for walking, and it really good to be moving for the first time in a really long time. But … Continue reading The Perils of an Imagination<\/span>