“I stopped giving her the time and love. But when she asked for a little consideration it felt like she was asking for too much. She was like the rest of them. It felt like she was asking that I give up my freedom, my time and my other relationships. She wasn’t. I didn’t understand it.
…to yourself that you’re in no shape to drive six hours for a date. Even for the man of your dreams. Our insatiable desire for connection drives us to hurt ourselves. But if you really want connection, you’ve got to put yourself first, even if it means giving up.
I don’t know. I don’t know why life expectancy has gone down two years in a row. I don’t know why folks get anxiety when calling to order a pizza. I don’t know why the media thinks we need fentanyl, fidget spinners, and a filter just to get out of bed.
Everyone tries to pin it on one thing: Trump, the recession, social media. Maybe it’s health care. Guns. Maybe if we could go to college for $2000 and buy a house at 22, we wouldn’t feel like this. Maybe if we didn’t spend all our money on avocado toast, we wouldn’t hurt so badly. Maybe if Tinder hadn’t got us ghosted, we wouldn’t stare blankly at our reflections in store windows.
Escapism is profoundly underrated; it’s one of the few ways we can discount the emotional toll that modern life takes on us. The structure that we so painstakingly build up over the days and years of life — routines, social norms, even vocabulary — comes crashing down with alcohol. This can have terrifying consequences, but it can also be transcendental.