Google search defines it as adventure: a wild and exciting undertaking or any carefree episode
To me, that word just means a place (intangible/tangible) where one can escape from reality through alcohol, drugs, movies, books, daydreams, sleep-induced-dreams..etc..etc... anything that can just make you forget about the urge to just sit in a corner and sob uncontrollably or to throw everything in sight out the window or to put ur hands over someone's mouth just to be able to stop another word from being uttered. Anything........
I just finished my 600-page escapade...in one arvo-evening. There goes my escape to someone else's problem, someone else's alcoholic and selfish mom, father who sticks around but is too busy escaping into his own world too, a grandmother is very updated on every newspaper and magazines who wouldn't stop reciting all the bad news in the world to you given the chance, heartless sisters who care nothing about you unless you support them financially just cause you won the lottery ticket, a brother who goes behind your back and have an affair with your best friend/housemate who's nearly half his age and went missing for a year and a detective who although hounds you for all the information on the investigation of the missing best friend/housemate seems to be the only one person who cares about your welfare.
okay, not a very cheery escapade but that's the only book I have at the moment. It's rather disturbing though...no matter how useless or deceitful or money-minded her family members were to her, she was still doing everything asked of her if only her money/actions can buy her a family member who would call her once in a while to check on her. Are our emotional chains to our family members that strong that you can't even leave them even if they turn out to the worlds biggest asses in the world?
Seriously, is it even possible to walk away from all the emotional baggage that comes along from family? Would it be too selfish to do so if it's just cause you can't stand drowning in that sea of disappointment anymore when you realised that once again your hopes for people to change even if a bit are crushed once again for the millionth time and you're left there broken and raw, licking your opened scars cause it'll always be your fault for even hoping, your fault for your part in pushing yourself deeper into the sea.................
babbled at 11:21 PM
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