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Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Bubbles

I came across this funny + bizarre picture when searching for bubble images. It was the kind of thing that needed to be shared, regardless of the purpose of this post.
I was waiting for the bus today, after a stressful day at uni, getting a history essay finished off. The bus stop, just across the road from the university buildings was the perfect place to think thoughtful thoughts.
I was tired. I'd stayed up into the wee sma's, working on the essay, and had just dropped it into the 'history' box in the history department. It's always a relief to get rid of essays, but the actual drop-off is quite anti-climatical. After so much agonized thought and late nights and *dratted* references and editings and re-editings etc. there should really be a drum roll when you drop it off.
Nothing happened when my essay fell into the basket. I had to just leave it there and walk out of the building.
I digress. The air was chilly, the trees on the Uni side of the road were networks of spartan branches, their leaves half buried in the mud beneath them. The cars approached, came nearer, whizzed by me and rushed away. The sound was remarkably similar to waves on a beach - I closed my eyes and half-imagined I was at the seaside.
It almost worked, until in the corner of my eye I saw a cyclist laboriously cycling along, with a noise that I quickly imagined sounded a little like a whale. That really stretched my imagination.
There were people around - something not unusual for a bus stop - with their hands in their pockets. Just standing or sitting, waiting for the buses. Their faces were expressionless, a mask for their insular thoughts. Nobody talked, even though we all shared a connection with each other - being uni students and waiting for a bus.
Usually I take it for granted that people don't speak to each other if they don't know each other. It can be a strange concept when you think about it though. Why is it that we feel that speaking naturally to someone we don't know is an incredibly intrusive thing to do? We always have to have a reason for speaking to them when we do go out of our way to do it.

It felt like we were all in silent bubble-lives, everyone living in isolation in their own little lives.
That's something we know is true already, but when you're with a group of silent, preoccupied people you feel the impact of it. The bubles sometimes merge with other bubbles - it feels so lovely when, by providence you meet a friend at uni. Then your bubble-like life stops for a little while until the friend leaves you and you're back in the bubble.
*train of thought ends*
I just love these bubble pictures. Look at this one..

They're so perfect, but they're lonely to live inside.
Thoughts?

- Lydie

9 Comments:

Anonymous Jo-Ann said...

Hello:)
I find myself here, don't know why (oh yes, I put your site under favourites cause I like what you have to say:) in the wee hours of the morning doing what you described to be doing last night...only I'm procrastinating right now! All good, the brain currently needs an intermission.
YES!! There needs to be a drumroll when an assignment is handed in...it can be such an anticlimax!
Bubbles...bubbles are good. Nice analogy. Am currently in one. A bubble, I mean.

You write alot. Don't mean that in a bad way, of course. Do you post something everyday? It almost looks like you do. Wow!

This seems very sporadic to me. Is it? I think it's the time of day -wait- night.

Again, this comment is very long. Sorry. But there you have it, my thoughts. You asked! And I, a perfectly random person, told you.

1:25 am  
Blogger Simeon said...

Hmm - I was thinking about this the other day!

Isn't it crazy that at uni (or I guess in life) we put on an image that everything is ok and going well, while really inside everyone's bubble is a whole bunch of problems.

But isn't it fantastic when you bump into someone at uni you can really have a good chat to about life? !!

What do you think - are we subjects of our own subjugation or are we subjugated to this state by something else?

9:27 am  
Blogger Lydz said...

Aw, Jo-Ann, just the kind of comment I like. Comments make my day brighter :)
It's interesting - I find working at night a bit difficult - concentrating's that much harder. Do you find that?

Bubbles. Yes, I think everyone's in one, and everyone feels a bit lonely in them - some people are just more aware of their loneliness. Maybe being lonely *does* affect most people, but they don't realize it because it affects them in a different way.. - just a thought.

Yes! I've pledged myself to try and write every day for one hundred days - that'll take me to 2 August. (See "One hundred Day blogging Challenge" (a post on this blog) for more details ;)
I like perfectly random people, Jo-Ann! And I like psuedonyms too - can I call you PRP, for 'Perfectly Random Person' or would that be too much of an affront? - then I'd have a name for you when you comment!

1:12 am  
Anonymous Michele said...

Isn't there a bubble around every friendship, every family, every church and state. It's our safe little world; we belong there, feel secure there, can relax there.

9:45 am  
Blogger Lydz said...

yes - I agree. To a certain extent, although every interaction an individual has with someone else forces them to externalise their own personalities - and usually that externalization isn't a perfect image of what they actually are. You could say that you're getting out of the 'bubble' by interacting with people, but in a way the real you is often still inside - you'd be laying yourself open to vulnerability by showing that side of yourself. Anyway, I'm ranting.

10:38 pm  
Blogger Lydz said...

Oh! I didn't see your comment Simeon. But the above comment kind of answers it.. hmm. that's an interesting question. I'd say it's a bit of both, that we naturally cover up our problems (ie. our vulnerability) to people and outside forces, and people also expect us to.
Perhaps people only *want* to see an image of of us - the image we project to make them like us, rather than trying to work out who we actually are. Do you think?

1:33 pm  
Anonymous Jo-Ann said...

Phew, I was kinda regretting that very weird comment:) I think the early morning hours were not very conducive to healthy brain function. But your reply made up for any feelings of regret. Generally I've done my best work at night, but that's usually because the pressure is on to hand it in. Concentration is not too bad, since there are less distractions than during the day. I'm a bit of a night owl:)

OH WOW, 100 days of blogging! That's amazing. Do you ever have days when you wish you didn't have to blog? I would. Good on you!

Haha, yes, random is my middle name! Sometimes I wonder whether I'm normal. I've come to the conclusion that I'm a walking contradiction:) As weird and abnormal as I am, I'm really very normal and boring. And no, I don't think it's too much of an affront to call me a perfectly random person. I called myself that!
Oh dear, I seem to have written a terribly long comment again. Next time, I will try to keep my comment short and sweet. No one writes comments this long! It's ridiculous.

5:55 pm  
Anonymous FR said...

Seems you have another person with your blog under favourites;) A randon person and a mysterious person who likes to read, and comment! An odd combo, but ok.

I agree with the anticlimactic essay drop-off. All that hard work just for a deserted corridor with a slot in the wall. Drums and applause are certainly in order...maybe they should hire a jester or something to applaud for all the incoming assignments...or maybe not. That would be a bit strange. And quite frankly, creepy!

@Michele: That's a great way of putting it. It makes me like and appreciate my little bubble even more:)

4:20 pm  
Blogger Lydz said...

PRP - haha! I like your 'OH WOW' - it makes my blogging days feel worth it. Yeah, sure I feel like that, especially when I have no idea what to write. But it's so great when I have an idea and run with it, and then people actually comment thoughtfully! That's the best.

So - you're a walking contradiction? I like it! I'd also like a fuller explanation, if you care to give one. How can you be abnormal and boring and normal, at the same time? Do you feel normal to yourself, yet also feel that you appear abnormal to others? *intrigued..* And btw, I like your outrageously long comments, PRP! ;)

FR - Quite! This blog seems to attract mysterious people like yourself. I like it. Ahha, that's so funny about the jester. I had this bizarre mental image of a colourfully dressed jester - straight out of the middle ages - suddenly SPRINGING on me, just as I'm dropping off my essay. It made me laugh!

12:11 am  

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