This post is part of a series. You can read part 1 here.
The other day was the Super Bowl in America. This is probably the only time I watch American Football up here in my little corner of southern Canada. Not so much for the sport, but for all the hoopla. You know, the commercials (fun), the halftime show (meh), the ridiculous amount of fan fare over some players (ugh)… it’s entertaining to me.
Also, the food prep that goes on prior to the actual event is pretty cool. Everyone has a thing they do on tv about what to eat while the game is on. Americans have that down, don’t you think? I could snack on football party food quite often, truth be told. 🙂
But that’s not what I was going to talk about here. I wanted to talk about this preoccupation about comfort zones I mentioned the other day. You know, how people tend to get stuck in a rut, prefer same as opposed to new because it’s easier, fantasize about change but are too tired/lazy/fearful of the amount of work it will take…
On a whim I posted something on Instagram the night of the football game, but in hindsight, I wonder if my caption implies something that isn’t the whole truth.
My caption implies, or actually states out loud, that I was abandoned by the rest of the family on a night when many families get together with friends to have a party, of sorts.
In fact, this is not the whole truth.
You see, Sunday evenings are busy in this household. The girl child has a 2-hour baseball practice at a local gym (it’s off-season training), and my partner has shinny around the same time, a hockey game with a bunch of local dads at an outdoor rink here in the neighbourhood. They both leave around the dinner hour, which coincided with the football game starting.
I dropped off the girl and got back before kickoff, to a teenager plugged into his phone chatting with friends. He asked me about the chicken bites, so I put some in the oven and sat down beside him. I half listened to his chatter with his friends but I kept an eye on my phone, reading random stuff while watching the game in front of me.
After a while, he went downstairs, probably to plug into fortnite or whatever. It sounded like he was on group chat, I’m sure that’s what they ended up doing.
That’s when I posted the picture. And called it abandonment.
But here I am this morning, thinking about this whole comfort zone business I mentioned the other day. My mind keeps going back to the whole abandonment issue.
Why did I feel abandoned?
Or, if I didn’t feel it, why did I say it? Am I trying to evoke a response from the internet?
Alternately, is the feeling of [ implied ] abandonment, which leads to a desired solitude (for me, often), part of the comfort zone I find myself trying to push beyond?
Here’s the strange thing: I don’t mind being alone. I often choose it, too. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy socializing. I do. I just don’t do it very often.
When life is busy and all about obligations and kids and chores, one tends to crave the solitude that comes so rarely, no?
Tell me the truth…are there times when everything is finally done, you find yourself choosing the alone option over the bonding option with someone? Choosing a corner away from them to be alone with your thoughts, as a way of recharging?
Is this a parent thing? A midlife thing? A girl thing? 🙄
Or is it just me? 🙃
I appreciate all the comments that came back on yesterday’s post, but if you come here waiting for me to give you answers, I am sorry to disappoint you.
I have no answers, only more questions.
Which shouldn’t stop you from contributing. Please do, if you have something to share.