took one of these, and so, being that it was about art, I had to take a bunch!( artsy quiz results under this cut! )
I love leaving. Leaving is my favorite thing to do. Whenever something knocks me down... I leave. I have a long standing history of doing this. It's such a rush. It started when I left my parents' house to go to college, and I never stopped. It doesn't matter how much I do or don't love somewhere - once I get the idea that it's time to leave, I LEAVE, and I LOVE it.
A therapist would call this "running away," and this is why I don't like therapy. They take what you say and find the closest categorical response available, and just use that. I'm not running away - what am I running away from? There's nothing here. I don't have a problem settling down - why would I settle down here, I don't like it here! I don't have a problem forming attachments - I form too many
attachments! Erica, for one - yeah, I'm pretty attached to her, alright. Erica is like... my sanity, my sounding board, and my constant chatter - she's like my TELEVISION. Always got something on. And Bevan - I am very, very attached to him. If I left here and never saw him again, I would be sad. That would be a very sad thing.
And it's not just the two of them - my manager, Vicky, who calls us all her kids. All my coworkers who've helped me out in a pinch and always invite me out - John, Heather, Lindsay, etc, even Sima, my ex-tenant. I'm kinda attached to all these people.
But I just don't see that as a reason to stay here.
I saw my cousin Ryan yesterday, and I think that's what has really set me off. Ryan grew up here - Ryan never wanted anything more than to leave here, and he did, and he comes home now and then, but he always takes off again. He works at ski resorts and stuff - he was a surfer, but he switched from waves to mountains because he wanted change
. Ryan does it all the time, leaves and goes somewhere else, because it's just time
. No one says he's running away from anything, no one says he has attachment problems, issues, disorders - they say he's a "free spirit" or sometimes that he musta been a flower child or something.
He wasn't - but close to. My other two cousins, the ones who are older than me and Ryan, lived in a tent
with my Aunt Jen and Uncle Ber until my oldest cousin was seven. Yes really.
Ryan and I look alike. A lot
alike. It's almost eerie. I mean, the older we get and the more into our own lives we get, yeah, we do look a little different. But the basics stay the same. If I said I had a twin brother, and introduced him, no one would ever question it. So what's so different from him to me? Why am I always viewed as "running away" and he's "running free?"
I'd discuss this with Ryan himself, but, see, he's already off to find himself another mountain.