Excuses!

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(I still don't know how to post images. . . -annoyed-, -fiddles-, sigh, help anyone I remembered~)


(Thank you Synchronicity for introducing me to this panel) The Joker sums up my issue pretty much.  Everything feels pointless at times.  And in this universe, that is an excuse to do nothing.  So let's talk about Excuses.  What is an Excuse?  I'm not a scholar -coughs at title- but I think an excuse could be said to be: A facade provided for avoidance.  So what am I, we, avoiding?  Why not lay some honesty down for the forum, lets get real and true here for a moment.  We have something we want to be doing that we aren't doing!  So why aren't we doing them?  What are our reasons, our excuses?

I am seriously asking some of you to list them out, to show everyone else that they are not alone, they're not the only ones who beat themselves up and don't let it go, that something that we can do, but choose not to through excuse.

I'll go first:

I want to write, but my ideas are all so worked upon now that the content is massive.  The universe is so realistic in my head I almost can't keep up with it's progression.  And before I even begin to type it, like that it's gone.  I come to the blank page and it beckons yet I provide nothing.  I begin to type and here I am now doing it effortlessly, too much some would say, and I'd agree.  But when I come to that blank page and it's time to deposit the mental images into words.  I seizure in the brain or, collapse into a trap hole.  My God comes upon me and swipes away my thoughts, my Soul pulls back.  I am not scared.  I wrote over 1k pages worth of one story, adding all together plus outlines, explanations, and overviews to aid in the entire structure of the entire ideas.  I see a page and when I need to explain a character, I vomit out the words from the finger tips almost violently (my poor keyboard...)  So why?

When it's time to get serious, and type out something serious, do I seize?  I never had this issue in--

Stop.

There we go, that's an excuse.

The reality is I sit down, see the blank page, don't know where to start and in my laziness just pull away.  If anything, my soul is the one in agony from me pulling away from the blank page.

Let's go with another thing.

I refuse to date or hook up with people I do not know.  Oh, this one is hard to explain.  Well, like AA says, KISS. (Keep It Simple, Stupid.) I've been hurt a lot, I'm tired of it and don't want to let anyone else in now, despite wanting to find someone to let in.  Both men and women suck at the concept of harmony or empathy or consideration or caring.  The majority of society around me where I live seems to have transformed into highly selfish people.  It's somewhat disturbing on a daily basis.  I don't--

Again, the Excuses!  As examples.  In reality, I've pulled away because I feel undesirable to others, a self-judgment that...Having said that -makes mental note- I'll now be aware of this the next time I try to balance myself.  Also, notice how it began to grow more elaborate as if to distract you from the reality of it being a facade.  (...Oh.  I must be horrible to talk to privately. . . -just realized-)

So guys.  Excuses?  Reasons?  Examples?  A Facade Provided for Avoidance?

Show some Love or Indifference and provide some content you think may be of interest to the subject! Which if you look at the small bolded letters at the top of this post will tell you what the (thread) subject is.

Excuses!  

(P.S. Thank you, Yera, for making me realize how much I make excuses to myself, the biggest denial of mine I might have.)