Isn’t it true that most people view themselves as being quite independent, carving their own path, listening to some internal voice rather than conforming to the (petty) demands of others?
It seems that the time you most like to do your own thing is when what is expected is too annoying, too displeasing, uncomfortable, grating.
If you place two individuals in the same room and both view themselves as being extraordinarily independent, what happens? Maybe you’ll have formed your perfect partnership -- something like the movie version of Lillian Hellman and Dashiell Hammett, or, digging deeper, maybe Virginia and Leonard Woolf?
Off the screen and out of the manuscript, all I see is conflict. Individualism presupposes a certain degree of stubbornness, no? And if no one bends, then, unless you’re both on the same planet with your individualism (and it can happen, but how likely is that?), you’re going to be running past each other all the time.
Anyway, this season makes me think that individualism is way overrated.
Typically I write the post to fit the photo. Today, they’re independent of each other. I guess.
(at the café: brother and sister; he's killing targets on his Apple; she's dreaming)