{"id":380,"date":"2010-03-27T17:38:01","date_gmt":"2010-03-28T00:38:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=380"},"modified":"2010-03-27T17:38:01","modified_gmt":"2010-03-28T00:38:01","slug":"theres-always-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=380","title":{"rendered":"There&#039;s Always One"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/4461094214\/\" title=\"IMG_3582 by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4029\/4461094214_8ca3644c39.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"IMG_3582\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s always one.  No matter if you are a turtle or a duck,<br \/>\none among you is headed his own way, probably without<br \/>\neven noticing what the others are up to.  It is human nature,<br \/>\nthey say, and animal nature, I suppose, to conform, to stand<br \/>\nin line just because the world is in a line, like my friend<br \/>\nwho stood thirty minutes once in a random queue<br \/>\nin London before even asking what he was queuing for.<\/p>\n<p>If you&#8217;re that turtle, though, headed your own way<br \/>\njust because your thoughts are caught up inside<br \/>\nyour head instead of out&#8230;if you&#8217;re that duck,<br \/>\nlife will be hard, so hard.  You&#8217;re going to bring<br \/>\nthe swamp grass down on yourself.  You&#8217;re going to<br \/>\nwalk miles through city street looking for the one<br \/>\nplace you want to be even if you have no notion yet<br \/>\nof what or where it is while your friends are happily,<br \/>\nwithout question, talking to strangers in lines.<\/p>\n<p>But that&#8217;s okay. Go ahead and be yourself.<br \/>\nAnd come back soon to tell us what you found.<\/p>\n<p>**Free write #2 written in yesterday&#8217;s journaling workshop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s always one. No matter if you are a turtle<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[45,47],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-380","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photography","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/380","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=380"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/380\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=380"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=380"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=380"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}