Saturday, May 29, 2010

alone time = verbal incontenence

It happens to the best of us. Living in a closed society can make it unusually difficult for people to make the same kind of connections that they have at home with their friends and family. A lot of expat women end up spending a lot of time at home cooped up with their kids or even by themselves, because the heat levels, the abayas, the lack of public entertainment sources, the prayer closings, the drivers, the blah blah blah million and one barriers to doing the things you always did at home result in it being ten times easier to stay home than to get out and go somewhere social. A lot of women fall into a pattern of inertia, a bit of a black hole in time, and I am just as guilty as the next. For instance, if I walked out of my home on any given afternoon to go to the compound store, and someone asked me what day it was or what time it was, I would not know. As a general rule, time stopped somewhere a year and half ago for me, and I therefore cannot make a distinction between Sunday and Tuesday. Those details slowly become filed in the brain as "not relevant"

As a direct result of all that isolated time-stopping quiet time, I find that when I call my friends and family back in Canada, I literally cannot stop talking. It's the kind of flood-talking where the person on the other end of the line could put the phone down, watch Seinfeld, come back, and you would still be talking, not because anything particularly earth shattering has happened, but because you've gone into withdrawal from the lack of human interaction and this is the rebound effect.

I know this post makes me sound like quite the fruitless loser...what can I say? it's not completely untrue........ha ha..oh well, that is what candy is for!

6 comments:

NoortheNinjabi said...

That's the worst and oh-so-true! It's almost like you go a little bit insane, but not in the outwardly loony sort of way.

Tara Umm Omar said...

I do not live on a compound, have no interaction with my neighbors and coordinating to get together with friends is a headache. In short, I stagnate at home. So when my husband walks through the door, I talk a mile a minute lol

Om Lujain© said...

I hear you! Your words ring so bloody true! Its tough to be here... anyway, if you ever want to venture off the compound, I would be up for coffee or something.. lemme know.. you can email me @ omlujain @gmail.com

It would be nice to have a Riyadh Bloggers get together as well.

Orchidthief said...

I'm so glad I'm not the only one! I definitely feel a sense of solidarity when I see comments like these. It's weird to feel like your day starts when your husband comes home when you are used to being independent.(hope you got my survey results Tara where I expand on that)

And Om Lujain, that would be nice! I'd feel like I'm meeting a celebrity! I think a Riyadh bloggers meeting is a great idea...

Tara Umm Omar said...

Orchidthief- Yup I got both :-)

ummadam said...

Count me in on a Riyadh bloggers meeting. We can have a contest on who will out talk the others!

This blog should come with a warning to not read while eating!!!! So that's what it's called,"verbal incontinence". Much better than what my 4th grade teacher Mrs. Macklin labeled me as having - diarrhea of the mouth.