“Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
Doesn't that sound cool? If only I could make it be true. On some level, reality does not impress me but it is the stuff of life. I don't know how I can ignore it.
I like the notion that intoxication is the best. I wish ecstasy were my middle name. And ordinary life? He is my guard for sure. It's too scary, or maybe too complicated, to do anything else. I have always been a person who was schooled in the rules. And, really? I suppose they have served me well.
What the hell is wrong with being complacent? With being ordinary? In my head, the world is not ordinary. But that world is walled in and must stay that way. Because reality is safe.