I don't have that particular sophistication that allows me to express me to everyone else. Which is unfortunate because I would like to do so. I grow instantly reserved when asked about my thoughts or opinions...unless I already feel strongly about the subject. I will rant on the ills of the world, the post-colonial psyche, the place of the West Indian as a part of the Diaspora and yet, I don't have a place and my psyche isn't worth exploring.
I feel like a traveller with a wandering mind and restless soul. I am generally too sensitive; remembering the daily news keeps me awake at night. I'm a nurturer, a supporter and a cheerleader and it is so very hard to find people who are the same. Though, if I really think about it, I could easily see that I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I had some cheer leading nurturers. I'd probably feel stifled. Unfortunately.
I've been called an "old soul" for as long as I can remember. My grandmother started it when she commented that I seemed to know too much for my 3 years. I talked to myself and I still do. I kept my own counsel then, I still do to a large extent now. I saw things that no one else saw; now I just see through people. I was an odd child. My mother and sisters would probably still say I'm an odd child.
I love dreaming.
I'm no wallflower though; just passionately reserved and watchful. I check everything out, I check people out, I sit back, observe and my 'feeling' about a thing usually forms itself.
What am I trying to say? I'm not quite sure to be honest.