My eyes are open, but I don't see. I can hear, but I don't always listen. Everything is distorted in here. Everything is routine. Sometimes it's ordinary. Sometimes it's amazing. It's pretty small. I try to make room for others to join me, but I don't seem to be able to shrink small enough. It's just me. I'm alone.
This is my world from inside the bubble.
Unfortunately, the view is not quite this nice, but I do have my bubble decorated nicely. It's a little rustic and a lot cozy. It surrounds me as I go about my day to day routines. Somehow it doesn't burst as I take my morning shower, make my coffee, get the kids ready, head to school to drop them off, then it's off to work for me. Still, I'm in that bubble. The radio is on and I may hum along to a song, but ask me what song I was listening to after it's over and I probably can't tell you. It's the bubble. It distorts.
Current events? What's that? The news may be on. I see images. I see pain, suffering, sorrow, pointing fingers, back stabbing, stealing, murdering...But don't ask me who, what, when, where or why. I'm in the bubble and that kind of stuff doesn't happen in here. Ever.
Unless...I write it and it exists in the fictional world I've created. A fictional world that is also full of love and laughter, mystery and intrigue, danger and adventure. A fictional world that always, always ends with a Happily Ever After. After all, it is my bubble and I can do what I want in here.
Do you have a bubble? What's yours like?
SIS Barb aka Elle J Rossi
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13 comments:
What a great blog!
Seeing into my bubble would scare the beejeezus out of most folks. It a fantasy bubble with pieces of reality sprinkled here and there. For the most part, it's my happy place. :)
Thanks, Berinn!
I like that your bubble only has sprinkles of reality. It makes it that much more interesting.
You're way too deep for me today. :)
My bubble is filled with the sounds and scents of nature on a crisp Autumn morning. I just wish all days could feel like that. I hate Summer.
I know exactly what you mean. I live in a bubble most of the time. I think a lot of deeply creative people do. The sky inside my bubble is pink. Sometimes it's populated with people and the sights and sounds of the distant past. Sometimes it's alive with present day people like you and me and the crazy old guy I saw on the bus who dressedlike he was stuck in the 60s.
Inmy bubble, there's always chaos, but it always leads to happiness.
SIS Beth
That's okay, Tori. Some days I'm way too deep and/or funny for myself!
BJ,
While I definitely don't share your hatred for summer, I do love the scene in your bubble. There's just something about fall that's enchanting.
Beth,
I had no idea your sky was pink. That's interesting and makes me think of cotton candy clouds.
No chaos in my bubble, but I'm glad yours leads to happiness.
Great post!
I have what I guess you could call a bubble, but it doesn't work the way I want it to. My bubble keeps things inside from getting out, and unfortunately it doesn't keep outside things from getting in.
I'm not a very open and forthcoming person, and it takes a lot to get things out of me. I usually let things fester internally and dwell on them in my mind until they get old and fade. I know why that is but I'm not sure there's anything I can do about it at this stage.
On the flip side, I'm very high strung and scattered and it doesn't take much to get to me. Things that upset me have no problem getting in and multiplying. Focusing has never been a strong point for me and I'm reasonably sure a shrink could make a fortune off of me. I need my bubble fixed.
Krys,
I promise, I didn't laugh until the last sentence! But that just struck me as funny. I'm a bit like you. I let things fester too. The difference is I eventually explode rather than fade.
I'll see if I can find some duct tape for your bubble.
Duct tape? I need BUBBLE WRAP!!!
*Takes a bow*
Thank you ladies and gentlemen, I'm here til Thursday!
Whatever, Krys!
Okay, that was good.
Great post! I'm in a bubble lately due to my two dogs with health problems. It's easier for me to look outside the bubble when no family members are ill. And they are my family members, fur, bad breath and all.
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