Initially I felt really ambiguous about this picture because my mind automatically went to peeping toms, which creep me out, but it’s an older gentleman paired with a younger boy and there’s nothing sinister about that, right? I don’t know. I’ve never had a good enough relationship with my grandparents to understand how a shared experience like this would play out.
So I added another element by randomly selecting a feeling out of the Emotion Thesauruses: Impatience. Which I have a lot of experience with.
And this is where my 10 minute free-write meandered from there:
I am a creeper. I am a peeping tom. So many times I’ve looked through the fence of life and watched someone else doing something, being something, and I’ve thought, “Ooo! I want that!”
People old and young join me at this fence, which helps me justify my peeping, because it’s okay if our individuality is swallowed up in the mass and everyone’s doing it. It’s really cathartic to get swallowed up in that unthinking mass. We ogle others and want. And want. And crave. And become impatient for the outcome without really processing all the work it takes to get there.
Patience is a virtue. Thus quoteth the mass. But the difference is that patience is something that has to be shaped by the individual, regardless of who’s toting the most up-to-date proverb. I’ve never known a patient mob.
Mobs crush in their rush.
Patience is a really hard virtue to develop.
I know this more as a mom than I did as a…whatever I was before. (Don’t get stuck in that loop of thought. Redirect.)
A mom. Yes. My kids ask for things and I see there is a process to attaining that thing but they must have milk NOW! They don’t even begin to understand the process, and how many individuals are involved in that work.
Which all means something, I’m sure, but in this moment all I hear is crying and so I putter off without anything being resolved. Or perhaps it is? I’m not impatient to find out.
I found this picture and thought it would make the perfect prompt. And then I went to write about it and found it quite difficult as well. Difficult in the, "You're going to have to think of something, because the obvious story is too obvious and you can't write it" way. I think you did a wonderful job. And you're absolutely correct--patience is not a trait of a mob, and I become very mobbish when my kids are around. And quite often when they're not. I love that putter is a part of your every day usage. What a fantastic word!ReplyDelete
You are fantastic. This was a great prompt. Before I saw it I was resolved to do a free-write today, instead of a story, and then when I saw it I didn't know what to do. So you pushed me, which is just what I need.Delete
You and Leah both took this and did something different. I hate when I'm the normal one. But, my baby was yelling to be out of her crib and my other two were making messes in the kitchen while I wrote, so I guess I'll give myself a break for not being more ingenious. Patience with myself. Another aspect of the virtue I need work on. :) Food for thought. Thanks for this.ReplyDelete
Well played :-)ReplyDelete