I warp reality around myself. Light bends, heads in my direction. Hope and orgasms arrive with renewed vigor. Don’t worry, it should wear off by the time you lose me, leave me, or reveal yourself to have undeveloped emotional intelligence. I can’t fix you. I can bring you a magical warmth and comfort. I am always interested in hearing your story. “Tell me that one again.”
It even works on me a bit. That’s called magical thinking, though. It works (or doesn’t, really) when I ignore a problem or upcoming deadline. “I’ll get to to it.” I do nothing. “There’s plenty of time.” I worry about the deadline, I haven’t even opened the letter from the IRS. “It could even be a refund.” Worry worry worry. “It’s probably nothing.” Worry worry. Then the magic wears off. “Oh shit, it could be an audit. They’re going to audit me!”
I open the envelope after a week of mood swings. It’s a notice that my retirement age is approaching. Here’s the link to check your account.
All that wishy-washy emotional uncertainty must contribute something other than anxiety to my life. What do I get by avoiding my issues? How is my blind side (exuberance) related to my magical thinking and avoidance?
