Have You Hugged a Homebody Today?

I stepped out yesterday, to do a bit of shopping. Not my favorite thing, it always heightens my nerves. A noted ,but controllable result of PTSD. This experience is nothing new for me, and can bring things into your awareness that most people would never notice. In every bunch of us there’s some who stand out. Most note someone tall or short, men and women note attractive women and men, and children misbehaving, draw the awareness of most adults. However, and I’ve commented on this before, there are those in the world invisible and missed. I think I see these invisible and forgotten based on past work experience. Along with this awareness given me, when I feel a bit odd from a PTSD response.

These aren’t people wearing funny hats or tattered clothing. That’s not what draws my attention. These oddities are subtle. It’s a look for some. Not the way the face looks, but where when approached the eyes go. But I understand it, I think.

You see, or maybe you don’t, these are people specifically trying to not catch anyone’s attention. It’s purposeful. You’ve known people like these all your lives. You knew them in school, when we called them shy. Some who were once bubbly and out going, may have changed themselves. Myself, I’m am a bit of a hermit now. Where as in my youth, I was very out going.

Whether you’ve known, know, or have noticed these my brother and sister, we are different. there’s no question. Some think we are angry grumpy rude. No, we’re overwhelmed, because we are quiet introspective homebody’s. This means we are hard to get to know.

From my perspective I have limits in the number of people I’m comfortable within a group, and that’s not 200 people moving about in a rush pushing carts in a shopping frenzy. In fact, my personal comfort zone is about 6 people.

Maybe my PTSD has helped in a way, if I’m honest. When I was one of those friendly social group gathering people, I passed judgment, all be it quietly and personally on people who were shy homebody’s. I did this in ignorance then. I was young invincible, living life fast, putting myself in difficult positions. Actions on my part that allowed me to experience, even if traumatic painful and tragic, this change. I’ve repent and understand, my private home-bodied brothers and sisters.

The funny thing though, like everyone else we are just trying to get by. Trying to get along in packed spaces. Trying to not be a bother or even be noticed. We, my antisocial family, aren’t hateful. Most of us, I feel, have good thoughts for our fellows. Some I’m sure, are even envious of the social butterflies out in the world. We are here, all over, waiting on the non-judgmental, the patient, and the calm to note our qualities. We make trustworthy loyal rational. life long friends, not hundreds of acquaintances. We in the end, are simply people. We offer a different perspective.

Have you hugged a homebody today?

The Forgotten

Vet 2


The forgotten in our society, show our true charitable nature. Oh, we can be wonderfully giving when tragedy strikes, elsewhere in the world. Where as, the adage, “Charity Begins at Home”, are just words to most. What shows here at home, is a sense of Social Darwinism. Strangely, Social Darwinism was one of the most powerful concepts and beliefs of The National Socialist German Workers Party.. Better known to most of the public as the Nazi’s.

Even those who have served in the military, once home from foreign wars, are forgotten. If they weren’t these veterans wouldn’t be living on the street. We should be ashamed of this alone, but we aren’t. We pretend to be outraged if a story reaches the evening news. When the news broadcast is over, It’s out of sight out of mind, until the next time we are asked for a bit of change, from the down and out or those homeless living in cars and on the street.

During the Holiday season we are a bit more generous with those in need. But 31 days out of 365 is a damn poor record of caring and concern, for year in year out hardships of our “Forgotten”.

The problem is a growing one, here in the USA. More than 1.4 million people in our country, now live on 2 dollars a day. As the, “I must have mine before you have yours” grows in the public’s mind. The belief that the destitute and homeless are merely an eye sore, spoiling your view of shops malls and department stores, are the unspoken thoughts of those who are well off or believe themselves to be struggling. Because we all know, when a flat screen, smart TV, isn’t in our home, we are the ones who are suffering. Or at least that seems to be the public sentiment.

Americans are the new French, although the French probably care more for their under privileged population more effectively. Snooty, Snotty, Rude, Spoiled, and believing, even though well off, that they are put upon and made to suffer. All based on the, “I must have mine before you get yours”, system of belief we as a country have cultivated.

I was taught to share to have compassion to take notice of those less fortunate, and if possible try through kindness to lend assistance, as I am able. Unlike my peers my eyes don’t slide off or censor out the less fortunate. I don’t believe they spoil my view. For me,those whom I label as “The Forgotten” need our assistance, not our judgment. For me “The Forgotten” need help, not our ridicule. And as many Americans with no frame of reference, believe they live in the greatest country in the world. As a Nation, like a Team, we are only as great as the weakest among us, and those people are “The Forgotten”.


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