Name That Ego Defense Mechanism

June 12, 2008

In general, I don’t like watching anything sad. I don’t like seeing Yasmin Kurdi being tortured by an evil mayor and his sadistic wife, I don’t like seeing Sharon Cuneta being a care giver cleaning off an old Caucasian’s poop, and i equally don’t appreciate watching Dyesebel get stoned by a cook in a blue checkered apron. I like the general vibe around me to be described as “happy” and it means that I try to avoid as much misery as possible whether it’s online, on the telly or in real life. 

 

You can say that my life is bland. There are no major disasters or disappointments in it; there are just the little things to make me upset. I used to think that this is because I’m good at handling things as they come but now I’m just thinking I’m lucky. So. This luck has kept me insulated from the gritty details of the world around me but—well, there’s really no excuse for it. At some point we all have to let go of our illusions, weaknesses, and depravities in order to survive.

 

In the meantime, I have to hold on to these things because this is the only way I know how to survive.