FOWC with Fandango — Introspective

FOWCWelcome to September 17, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “introspective.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

#FOWC — Head Case

The human brainI generally consider myself to be a somewhat introspective, cerebral guy. I try to use my intellect over my intuition or instincts by carefully examining my own thoughts and feelings. I tend to be a thoughtfully reflective person, making me, perhaps, more of thinker than a doer.

But these days there’s a lot of shit swirling around inside of my head. So much so that when I climbed into bed tonight and got ready to go to sleep, I realized that I had totally forgotten to write a post for my own One-Word Challenge for the day, “cerebral.”

I am having difficulty being that thoughtfully reflective person I have always been. I am starting to become overwhelmed by emotions and feelings and it’s creating a sense of imbalance in me.

I blame Donald Trump for that. I have become so preoccupied by the shitstorm that is the Donald Trump administration that I can’t focus on anything else. Between the heartbreaking crap that is going on at our southern border, and the rapidity with which Trump is dismantling our American democratic institutions, I am losing my ability to think objectively.

I get so angry and feel so frustrated by my inability to do anything to stop this Trump train wreck, that my normally logical, rational, and pragmatic way of coping isn’t working anymore.

And so what do I do? Well, for one thing, I forget to respond to my own fucking one-word prompt.