Many people think I live in Phoenix, Arizona. That’s not exactly true. I live in one of the suburbs of Phoenix.
But where I really live most of the time is in the State of Denial.
Most people spend some time here once in a while. Some spend more time in Denial than others. It’s not exactly a vacation destination, but it’s a nice break from Reality.
And as we all know, Reality can bite.
Living in Denial helps me ignore these funky spots I have that probably should be seen by a dermatologist. Skin cancer happens to everyone else after all. Not fair-skinned light-haired teen year sun broiling with baby oil before the invention of sunscreen people like me. Besides it’s not urgent. It can wait til after Christmas, Valentines, Labor Day or Thanksgiving. I’ll get to it.
See how that works? Handy isn’t it?
Living in Denial saves me worry about so many things:
- Unpaid debt
- The future
- Getting older
- Planning in general
- How I fritter away my time, especially when it’s past bedtime
Hanging out here in Denial also allows a kind of all’s right with the world point of view:
- Those elected officials surely are looking out for my best interests.
- That smooth tread on my two front tires needs some attention, but really, it hardly ever rains here.
Living in Denial helps me maintain my sanity. It’s very basic a way to cope with the stresses of life. Imagine my neuroticism if I actually thought about all the hazards out there. I’d probably never get out of bed. There’s a long list of things I just don’t let cross my mind while I’m lounging about here in Denial:
- Our financial instability
- The unknown
- Relationships that need my attention
- Not having a college degree and my utter lack of employable skills
- My spiritual insensitivity
- Pending death of my best friend
- My children’s and their children’s future
And that doesn’t even touch on the big Capital Letter topics like War, Starvation, Disease, Genocide, Global Warming, National Debt, Pollution, Violence, Crime, Safety, or Corruption. It’s enough to make your heart stop and your tear ducts run uncontrollably.
Can you blame me for wanting to vacation here in Denial? I’d take up a permanent address except there’s a strict temporary residency only policy. I can’t even get a Post Office Box here. Go figure.
Denial is a strange but comfortable and balmy environment, not unlike Florida, I hear, minus the alligators. There are some harsh reality checks when you have to leave Denial and return to Real Life.
If you can’t find me at home in Reality, at least now you’ll know where I’m hiding.
You might want to check out these related articles:
- Denial – Not just a River in Egypt (balpoint.net)
- Sweet, Sweet Denial (flavouredblack.wordpress.com)
- Denial (briannamillett.wordpress.com)
- ehow.com explains Denial really well, but without any humor, check it out here