Run, Rachel, Run.....
“Or I can call in sick, not go to work and not see him for a week!”
Rachel Green, after kissing her colleague Gavin the previous night and trying not to deal with the repercussions.
Well, seems like my life is pretty much the same. Very FRIEND-ly. Similar to Rachel trying to run away from an issue, without taking it head-on, I do the same. Most of the time. Well, almost all the time. Okay, ALL the time. I know it’s wrong. I know it will come and bite me in the ass. I want to fix the issue and face up to things. But I don’t know why I cannot. Or do not want to. Or probably chicken out in the end.
Maybe it’s just me or there might be other people out there who do the same things, go through the same problems. Numerous friends and well-wishers have asked me to face up to reality, the problems, not run away from them, take steps to address them. But the romantic idealist in me takes refuge in the mis-belief that problems will disappear themselves, by not facing up to them and just thinking about them A LOT. And it leaves me scarred when miraculously there is no cure.
Sigh! I want to be strong. I don’t want to hide under the pretext of calling in sick, and then sitting at home reading a magazine, only to find myself confronted by the problem in the shape of someone or something I was trying to avoid. And then making things up and stammering and stuttering, not knowing what to do.
I am confused. I am scared. I am anxious. I am a runner. An escapist. But what am I trying to hide from? Reality? From life itself, maybe.
Rachel Green, after kissing her colleague Gavin the previous night and trying not to deal with the repercussions.
Well, seems like my life is pretty much the same. Very FRIEND-ly. Similar to Rachel trying to run away from an issue, without taking it head-on, I do the same. Most of the time. Well, almost all the time. Okay, ALL the time. I know it’s wrong. I know it will come and bite me in the ass. I want to fix the issue and face up to things. But I don’t know why I cannot. Or do not want to. Or probably chicken out in the end.
Maybe it’s just me or there might be other people out there who do the same things, go through the same problems. Numerous friends and well-wishers have asked me to face up to reality, the problems, not run away from them, take steps to address them. But the romantic idealist in me takes refuge in the mis-belief that problems will disappear themselves, by not facing up to them and just thinking about them A LOT. And it leaves me scarred when miraculously there is no cure.
Sigh! I want to be strong. I don’t want to hide under the pretext of calling in sick, and then sitting at home reading a magazine, only to find myself confronted by the problem in the shape of someone or something I was trying to avoid. And then making things up and stammering and stuttering, not knowing what to do.
I am confused. I am scared. I am anxious. I am a runner. An escapist. But what am I trying to hide from? Reality? From life itself, maybe.
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