We don’t write in a bubble — we write in the world, and what we say is influenced by our experiences. Today, take a cue from something you’ve overheard and write a post inspired by a real-life conversation. Revisit a time when you wish you’d spoken up, reminisce about an important conversation that will always stick with you, or tune in to a conversation happening around you right now and write your reaction. Take time to listen — to what you hear around you, or what your memories stir up.
Today’s twist: include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.
This assignment is hard for me because as a ti people do not act normally around me. Even conversations I overhear are usually “directed conversations” designed for me to overhear and to agitate or depress me. It has been a long long time since people acted normally around me and I didn’t feel the vigilance of people to capture my every word and deed. I have thought over these last few days of conversations I might have overheard in my family as a child and young person but even those are few and far between. Even then I was not privy to family secrets and I was also kept from the real life of the family…the love. I was set apart, kept in the dark. I do not know if my parents were perps but I certainly was not accepted in the family. Only on a surface level. I was a guest in my own house…like a sort of foster child. There was a wall there put up right around the time I was 8 or 9 or so.
OK, here’s one I heard at my last job, which was over 5 years ago:
A man at our work table announced he had been a father at age 8. I forgot the response to it.
It’s hard to hear convos even though I try. Due to my targetting everyone is on guard around me like I’m some criminal.
It’s hard to remember when anyone was natural around me even in an overheard conversation,