Lately, I’ve been finding myself uttering this expression a couple of times per day. It must be where I’m living that has me periodically announcing this to myself.
It shouldn’t matter, being stared at. But young or old, a preponderance of locals still break their necks to get a good look at the weirdo in their midsts. After a few years, I thought I’d be over it by now. But I recognize it must be an internal flaw (surely one of many).
Why should a stare matter anyway? It shouldn’t. That is the non sequitur. It only matters in my head. In the reality of life, the logic the internal voice tries to make of all the rubbernecks matters not.
For example, the internal role-playing may discuss what impressions others will have if I, literally, skip through the park. The voice tries to sneak in something like, “this will be uncomfortable,..they will be gawking. Maybe I should not workout here.”
The what-will-the-neighbors-think is a learned notion that must be clinging in the imagination like excess residue that won’t wash away. Yea, sure, we can’t just run amok among ourselves without mutually accepted behaviors. Yet at the same time, altering reasonable actions because an internal voice is making deductions about what others “may” think is a bit of nonsense.
Hence, I’ve been trying to preempt the prattle with the command of “non sequitur” whenever the voice begins the what-others-may-think soliloquy.
If my ego is giving me a particularly hard time, repeating non sequitur aloud (mostly) assuages its insistence.
Hmm, perhaps I’ll need to make wider use of this latin-based phrase.