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Recently, I have had trouble focusing on myself. You already know I have been working on myself these years. I try to find my inner strength, so I don’t need to seek validation from others. I try to calm myself down to block the noise from distracting me. I have tried meditation, counseling, and reading self-help books. However, when the buzz comes back to my head, I immediately slip into the dark hole; it is still difficult to overcome. Â
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As you suggested, it is helpful to talk to someone. But in my case, as an immigrant who has lived in this country, in a small beach town for ten years, I just haven’t developed many friends. I feel a little ashamed to acknowledge that. In my mind, a person who doesn’t have friends is as shameful as being poor, ugly, etc. Â
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Even though it is the 21st century, a stigma is still attached to the abovementioned qualities. I argued that being ugly is not something one can control, so we should exclude that from the list. Being poor is also not something a person should take full responsibility for, so as an educated person, I can take that off the list, too. However, does one having no friends imply that the person is not accepted by society or welcomed by others? Â
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We all know humans are social animals. How come I have none to drink with or curse with? I try to pretend that I don’t care so maybe others won’t notice. But how can I hide it? The facts speak loud. Â
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I am so fascinated by using my Grampa’s weeder to remove the weeds from my yard over the weekend. I even had to pull all the weeds from my eighty-seven-year-old neighbor’s yard to fulfill the satisfaction of using Grampa’s weeder. (BTW. It is a fabulous tool I bought on Amazon; you should get one if you have these thistles like the ones I have in our yard. ) I could easily find a quotation from a book that fits a situation but not a number to call when I feel down.Â
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Well, I also know I am responsible for this situation. Like many women in this country, I must attend to my kids in addition to my job. And guess what? I don’t know whether it’s because of insecurity or because I am trying to use my busyness to fill the void in my heart; I am also taking some online classes. Â
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Busy makes me feel valuable, you know. I am scared of sitting there and staring at my reality. Am I? But being busy also makes me lose ownership of myself. I am a student in class, a mom when I get home, and an advisor at work. See, how could I have time to be the lonely aging lady? Â
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I am hiding something from others. I am a freaky old lady. 🙂Â
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