Fandango has done it again – a word prompt that sends my muse packing. No way to work gregarious into a poem. At least as tired as I have been my mind can’t wrap around it. I tried some flash fiction and came up with nothing good. So here I am babbling randomly about my writer’s block and cringing every time the lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, there is a pretty strong storm south of us tonight.
Gregarious… I have never been a very gregarious person being extremely shy as a child and now later in life I have anxiety so bad I just don’t like being in groups of more than 3 or 4 people. Even if I know the people, I still feel so judged and scrutinized like a bug under a microscope in science class. So, I am the walking definition of a non-gregarious person, or would that be ungregarious? Hmmm?
Those of you who follow Fandango or me regularly know this was Friday’s word… yes, I am a day behind. And I know I won’t catch up for a while. I must apologize for no Friday Flashback this week… no time for the extra post. I will try to get caught up by Monday, but then I am going to be behind again. Me and my boyfriend are headed to a hotel for a two day get away at the casino. I hope to come back richer. But I won’t hold my breath!
So, I better get back at reading before I get too tired. (((HUGS))) to all of you!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – gregarious