The last time I blogged, I talked about the cost of my failure to listen to my internal voice.
The post got me thinking: Am I that weak-willed? Am I so easily swayed?
Well, yes. And no.
This exercise in self-examination inspired me to reflect on my life and actions as a whole.
The verdict: despite my tendency to ignore my voice and heed those of others, I go my own way. Do my own thing. Zag instead of zig, if you will.
For instance, I’m among the minority of Americans who love black licorice.
I haven’t had a Hot Cheetos- or (conversely) Keto-induced epiphany.
I’m not sure what shows or music are in.
I rent movies from Blockbuster. My hometown has the last one in the country. Maybe even on the planet. My favorite part is the banner in the store’s window, pronouncing the best selection–among all Blockbusters, I guess? You’ve got us there, Bend Blockbuster!
I also refuse to cut my long, no-style style hair.
And I pine for the return of pantyhose, in the shade “suntan” and preferably from a plastic egg, a confession that inspires derisive snorts and looks of annoyed disbelief.
Then there’s my instinct to reject fashion for comfort, no matter how ridiculous I look.
This mini-maverick behavior extends, as I hinted at in my previous post, to novel-writing.
Many mysteries feature a cat or the occasional dog. Mine star a hamster.
I was instructed to never begin with a prologue. I can’t stop/won’t stop using them.
I was told that no one wanted to read about a woman in pharmaceuticals, let alone a socially awkward, perpetually messy, and roundly flawed one, and yet her imperfections are what make her perfect in my eyes.
The list goes on. And so could I.
The point is, I find myself zagging not to go against the grain, but simply because I’ve always been the kid who marched to her own glockenspiel.
I find I’m in good company.
It seems that many of us love a good zag, whether occasionally or as a matter of course. And I find this propensity for seeing the world through the lens of Different both beautiful and comforting.
So tell me, do you zag? If so, how does it affect what you do and how you feel? Please share!
As for me, I’ll continue to go my own way. Probably in pantyhose.