I’ve been feeling slightly off for a little while.
Kind of like when you’ve been really sick with a bad flu and all the symptoms have finally relinquished their hold on your body…but something is still kind of off.
That’s where I’m at, but psychologically.
[Your shrink has entered the chat]
I have always been a fairly outgoing individual. I can talk to just about anyone about anything.
I’ve always considered myself to be a split between introvert and extrovert, this is the area of my life that is extroverted.
Something happened that threw this balance off. And I’ve been shying away from those conversations.
These conversations arose out of curiosity. Not the artificial curiosity we’ve all been encountered with when someone wants something from us (get out of my face with that).
I mean a genuine curiosity. I could always find something to latch onto and relate to complete strangers.
But it got lost. I don’t know what it was, but I lost that inquisitive approach.
Reflecting on everything that I wrote about last week (link here), makes me think about why I’ve stopped.
Never mind the outcome and my current station. I know that something happened, and I’ve been feeling off. Yet it’s really not that important. I can deal with that after I correct course.
The avoidance permeates through. It’s fear and weakness that’s been leading me astray.