escaping-from-reality

The inartistic methods that we use to blunt anxiety and unartful expedients that we resort to in order to escape pain and numb banality reveals what we dread most, the act of suffering from a mortal loss or the debasement that we earn by wallowing in our decadent acts of escapism.

A girl who travels knows that deep down she is escaping reality. So she__l want someone to give her hope and land back to the idea that reality isn__ as bad as it seems in the end. And if she tells you she loves you - it is exactly because you give her that hope

Escape from reality. In some instances, dissociation induces people to imagine that they have some kind of mastery over intractable environmental difficulties. Dissociation is often implicated in magical thinking or self-induced trance states. This aspect of dissociation is frequently found in abuse survivors. It is not uncommon for abused children to engage in magical thinking to retain an illusion of control over the situation (e.g., believing that they "cause" the perpetrator to act out).

A person must face the root cause of their relentless personal pain. Irrespective of whatever bricks buttress our youthful personal philosophy, pain avoidance, and pain therapy are likely two of its foundation stones.

I went to the club to escape my life and pretend I'm somebody else. Now I don't know who I am anymore.

I fear death. I think I must learn to romanticize death so that I can cope with its brutal irreversible numbness...!

Every unpleasant worldly experience in life exposes our sensitive nervous systems to painful phenomena. Despite all the beer commercial advertisement slogans urging us to live with gusto, life is unavoidably painful. Life is a battering ram that inflicts trauma upon human beings. People blunt the traumatic force of enduring a lifetime of pain, fearfulness, and unremitted anguish and boredom with religion, sex, booze, drugs, fantasy, and other indulgent acts and forms acts of escapism.

Don__ judge me for escaping the stresses and cruelty of the world differently than you do.

We live and breathe words...but writing them down makes you escape into new worlds. Only those who write would understand.

The things you escape have the ability to catch you, one or other day! Stop running away! Meet them and defeat them!

She had forced herself to learn to read _ picked up bits and pieces, here and there, from the very few teachers who had been patient with her; from looking at words while out and about; from television, and from friends. And to avoid the shouting and drug-induced moaning, and the row of male visitors her mum would entertain, she would barricade herself in her room _ there'd been no lock _ and lose herself in books.

In Fillory you felt the appropriate emotions when things happened. Happiness was a real, actual, achievable possibility. It came when you called. Or no, it never left you in the first place.