I have had a lot of visitors lately. People I don’t actually know arrive on my doorstep smiling warmly and expecting to be welcomed in. It has taken a little while but light has now dawned....I am being visited as an old woman who must be lonely.
This makes me cross . I’m not actually lonely. I enjoy my quiet days a lot. And a day when no one arrives at my door is bliss...I can get on with the things that matter to me in peace. I blog. I’ve been blogging for years. I blogged when my husbands were still with me....it’s a habit, long entrenched since long before the internet arrived. Somewhere in this house are countless old diaries, old exercise books etc full of my meanderings..this is nothing new.
But the number of strangers standing at my door expecting to be invited in to comfort a lonely widow is growing.
So I have issued warnings. I am not lonely. I have one or two relations left alive but several old friends of many years still visit often.
I don’t need to be talked to! Or comforted or there there’d etc... I am fine living on my own. Dare I say I mostly enjoy it...
If I want conversation I can use the phone..Or the internet..
I do have people arriving....this morning for instance my cleaner will appear and we will talk before she gets the hoover out.
Another weekly visitor is my gardener. I talk to him too. This week several old friends will turn up for the music festival next weekend.
Not only am I not lonely...I am over extended. So I have sent out instructions.....take my name off lists of those needing to be visited!
I will see many of the people making up the congregations in various churches this coming weekend. It will be a pleasure to greet them. But here at home I do not need anyone arriving in order to comfort me. I am seeing this visiting thing now from the point of view of the visited and it’s not all good!
But and it’s a big but....I am still traipsing around the world fairly regularly. I choose to be away at Christmas for fairly obvious reasons...
I enjoy the freedom to travel, to meet people and make new friends...but when I’m home I don’t need near strangers dropping in to cheer me up! I don’t need to be cheered up. Bah Humbug!
1 comment:
I am unlikely to drop in to comfort you. Its quite a trek from North Kent to the Roseland. But we can chat via the blog, because I am no trouble, just care enough to always come here to see whether you are blogging about Boris of Jeremy or just general stuff.
I am always interested when you are provocative as with this blog, when you are sending "Leave me alone" or "go away" signals. I can understand why unexpected visitors can cause some confusion - you don't need them and would prefer that visitors are the ones that you know and invite, your cleaner and gardener being two. And as you pointed out last week, you are quite capable of visiting other if needed.
Perhaps that fact that you are in the "very mature" category, people think that you are helpless and unable to manage - which must be a sharp reminder about their presumption, when they discover that you are not a "basket case" just yet.
I hope that they are able to take your heavy hints.
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