I’ve not tried that many drugs in my time. Not the conventional ones, at least. But the one I know is Impromptu Escapism; we are well acquainted. And with that history comes some hesitancy when choosing how to spend my time.
Video games, music, and movies are the escapes I am most familiar with. In of themselves, not harmful or dangerous. But I tend to sink pretty deep into them when I am truly escaping. Which… happens frequently.
The others I do not partake in as often, but still dive deep into when I get the chance. Reading, listening to rain, driving empty roads, writing… These are the escapes that give back tenfold when I let myself slip into them. And they can be extremely healthy most of the time.
It’s when I get lost in them — causing me to forget what day it is or that I have bills due right away and the like — that they can get a little dicey to indulge in. I have dreams where there are no responsibilities tying me down and I can get fully lost in the world of a book or drive an endless highway. I find peace in those escapes.
And yes, I know that they are not innately escapes that most people experience. I have turned them this, attributing such import to these hobbies and activities so I can revel in the numbness of things that aren’t conventionally looked down on.
But believe me when I say books in any genre — with their bindings, their weight, their smell — are a drug to me.
That the sound of a rainstorm can stop me in my tracks and cause me to relax more suddenly than someone hitting me with a tranquilizer dart.
And that I would risk never showing up to my job again if I could be promised an ever-foggy morning to drive from here to the West coast.
The street is unnatural, yet feels almost as old as the trees
These scars run so deep, they have become a part of the landscape
It’s… fun though. Seeing the world melt away while my vision blurs through unfocused eyes, the mind a place of soft paintings where I sketch the tales of my youth and write the future of the human race. All in the blink of an eye, I can flip the switch and escape whatever stressors might be causing me discomfort at the moment.
I don’t have any point with this post. I typically will use this lower third to impart a grain of wisdom or warn against something I wish someone would have told me sooner.
But… I have nothing this time. Just a slice of life peek from behind this humble writer’s eyes. Maybe this is my own way of explaining things to myself, so I can learn to embrace these affinities as parts of my whole.
Is today Tuesday? Or is it just a day
Is the sun rising, burning, setting, sleeping?
Or does it simply hang in space while we dance around it?
Then, Time would just be our perception of that aforementioned reality
Thank you for reading. It means a lot to me.
Apologies though, this one didn’t make any sense.
UWC 