The crush of people can be highly overwhelming. I didn’t notice it until I came back from Australia – the sheer volume of bodies on the metro, and on the streets. The smells, and the sounds, and the constant hum. When you’re here for a while you get desensitized, but coming back from the quiet of the Outback, and the soft crashing of waves I did find it much. I felt myself being assailed at certain times.
Now, having been back for a while, I’m okay. I’m again desensitized, but there were a few minutes when my brain was overwhelmed. Though it does get me thinking: what is that constant pressure, even though we’re ignoring it, doing to our psyche? To our soul? If I found myself so disconcerted when I returned by the crush of people and noise, is my soul doing any better now that I’m not paying attention to it anymore? IS it ridiculous to think that perhaps that might be adding to my anxiety? Amplifying it to greater heights perhaps.
I had no anxiety when I was in the quiet wild, with very few people around. Now, I don’t know if that’s ’cause I was on vacay, or if that’s because there were less people. I suspect it was both.
Dress – Rowie the Label
Sweater – Old Navy *super duper old*
Boots – Matisse Footwear
Necklace – Threadsence *now closed*