: a psychological defense mechanism in which one form of behavior substitutes for or conceals a diametrically opposed repressed impulse in order to protect against it.
- Merriam-Webster dictionary
Some people burn bridges, I tend to hurl wrecking balls at them. Drunken fists full.
Sometimes we say and do things we don’t mean
because it’s easier than being vulnerable.
To get a reaction, even if it’s a bad one. So you can run away from an insurmountable problem you’ve created than to admit and endure what’s really bothering you.
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Like his independence or his individuality.
Things like his favourite snack, a soft surface,
compliments and good head.
She just wants to know if you’d like those things from her and whether it’d be ok to do it again tomorrow.
Let me tell you about travelling. It’s lonely.
To be ready, jet-set at the drop of an Expedia confirmation may seem like a cool job, and if I have to think about it, it really is. But ask me how I feel and I’ll tell you that “I don’t know, I don’t have the time to consider these things” because it’s easier to pretend that too much is going on in my life than to admit that I am completely, emotionally wrung dry.
You basically take your usual hipster non-committal nonchalance and put a giant, erratic, ticking clock on every relationship (romantic or otherwise), multiplying any sense of isolation ten-fold.
I meet someone. And I have to declare:
“There’s only one thing you need to know about me. And that is.
I will leave you
Which usually lends to the other person behaving in one or two ways:
1. Like a total dick. The I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. It doesn’t matter. You’re leaving anyway.
2. In fear of attachment. Making it known that I’m not going to emotionally invest in you. Cold and infrequent.
They both suck.
When you operate every day knowing that someone you’ll grow to care for and like is actively suppressing your significance in their life, it FUCKING SUCKS.
When you relate to people knowing that you are merely transient, not important in their grand scheme of things, well, it essentially nulls the point of relating at all.
It makes me feel like shit.
So you have a good cry and chalk it up to the experience, the situation, the occupational hazard and move on to the next city.
And then you have to do it AGAIN.
So for people to assume that I’m always running away from something, taking the easy way out, that it’s always easier to leave than to be left behind… no.
It’s not that. Ultimately, I do have a choice.
It’s just that no-one has given me a reason to stay.
Not even tried.
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Multi-coloured print romper. Junko Watanabe, Los Angeles Purrr Remake. $30.
Photos by the blogdaddy, Tony Pierce
This entry was written by Joey Ng, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged California, Joey Ng, Junko Watanabe, LACMA, Los Angeles, Purr Remake, Romper, Tony Pierce. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on September 3, 2010 at 2:13 am, filed under