As I grow older I am more at ease with the realization that I am not that good with group think.
You know, the need to restrain yourself and bottle it up to comply with what is considered acceptable by societal norms.
And so, I have become comfortable as a recluse; justifying it in the belief that it is better for me to avoid those spaces where there is ‘group think’.
Which will necessitate for me to restrain myself and bite my tongue. It isn’t good for my mental health I justify.
Of course, having access to people virtually, however artificial it may be, indulges my position on this.
In the comfort of my solitary space and through a gadget, I can make human contact; and when necessary, I can easily extricate from virtual spaces.
I am cognizant of the dangers of being in “our own little internet bubbles: the personalisation of search engines traps us in a self-reinforcing world-view.” Read more here.
Why I think that many may not know this of me and may find it difficult to believe me a recluse, is because I am also inherently a loud voiced extrovert.
When I am in spaces with other people, my naturally loud voice and tendency to talk a bit much airing and defending my opinions can be much for most, I think.
Especially, if you contextualize that in my geography and ‘traditional cultures’ the soft spoken, submissive woman is considered she with good manners.
So, the fear of inserting my bad manners in spaces encourages me to be a recluse.
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