Escape

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Escape

At what point do we need to escape? I’ve been pondering that lately. Is it something everyone does or needs? I wonder.

I tend to have a lot going on in my life, whether good or bad or somewhere in between – no matter what there always seems to be something happening. I guess I like the action, I always have. It makes life interesting and often fun.

On the other hand I do have a saturation point or breaking point or a ceiling for such things. I sometimes just hit a wall and think, ‘shit, that hurt!’ And when that happens I have to escape. Get away. Turn off my brain and get stupid.

Unfortunately, I’m not independently wealthy or even financially independent so I can’t exactly jump on my private jet and go to Tahiti to chill. I can’t call my limo driver and take an impromptu road trip or have my travel agent book a European walking tour for me so I have to come up with other solutions.

When I need to escape I have to do it in my mind (mostly) – I have to sit on the patio and drink iced tea while I watch the resident birds haggle for limb space on the Mimosa. Or find a channel that shows non-stop reruns of my favorite television shows. Or if I’m lucky stumble onto a big dvd blowout sale at Blockbuster and buy up as many movies my budget will allow. Add a little microwave popcorn to the mix, unplug the phone, turn off the computer and the escape is complete.

Usually the need to escape only lasts for a day or so, but sometimes it goes on for weeks. It gets tricky when there is a long bout because I still have to go to work, buy groceries, do the laundry and talk to other human beings – fulfill at least the minimal obligations of human co-existence – but it’s still doable.

It’s dawned on me lately that I’ve been doing a big escape for some time now. So many landmines and so few limbs to give. Head in the sand or up my ass (six of one half dozen of another) and been living in that twilight world of distraction and denial. Weird because I didn’t really notice it. It just sort of happened. Not even the ever growing population of dust bunnies floated me a hint.

I guess the good news is that I’m thinking that being an island may not be such a great idea – at least not for me. That sticking my head out the window could be fun and well shit, there is a great big world out there and somebody’s got to live in it. So, perhaps adventure awaits me.

How about you – what do you do to escape?

WC

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2 thoughts on “Escape

  1. Hi Annie,

    ‘Head in the sand or up my ass (six of one half dozen of another) and been living in that twilight world of distraction and denial. Weird because I didn’t really notice it. It just sort of happened. Not even the ever growing population of dust bunnies floated me a hint.’ Great words Annie.

    What do I do to escape. My life has been full of escapism in one form or another but dare not list it here on your blog – might on mine later Hehe!!

    My escapism right now is my dog Maggie a tennis ball and the beach.There is a big world out there and I personally want to see it some how or as much as I can of it.

    Hey I don’t know how people manage to do the every day living sort of stuff jobs – I don’t manage to fill those sort of obligations.

    Lets escape
    Love Di.

    Hey Di,
    I’d be happy to escape – where shall we meet? And shall we meet in the dead of night or the light of day? We need a plan. 😆

    Love
    Annie

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  2. Hi Annie,

    I think the dead of night in Tahiti sounds a bit omnibus. ( can’t spell it and don’t even know what that word means ) I’ve got a plan don’t worry. I’ll share it with you some day.

    Love Di.

    Ps – Can you tell me what that word means please.I think I know what it means but not to sure. I feel I need to escape today. I could pack a ruck sac make a call book a flight and I’d be off. I could do that today – drop of an hat but I guess I got to sit these feelings out and wait for the happenings to happen or have they already happened what ever it is that needs to happen. I wanna escape but…. You got to take yourself with you haven’t you.

    xx

    Hey Di,
    Do you mean omnimous? Spooky, a little weird, gives you the creeps – stuff like that. Tahiti sounds tre’s fun. Yes, when you escape you usually do have to take yourself with yourself. Ah..er…lol

    Annie

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