Woman: I've discovered a new fear.
Man: What's that?
Woman: The fear of turning off the TV.
Man: Okay. I get it. I'll turn off the TV.
Woman: It is even on when it's on mute and I'm in the the shower and you're working on your computer.
Man: Okay, turn it off. We'll listen to music or something.
Woman: No, see, now your think I'm attacking you. That's not what I was doing. I keep the TV on all the time. When you are not here, the TV is still on. I keep it on when I walk the dog for Christ Sake. When I turn it off it's a bold decision. I turn it on (snap) just like that....the minute I walk through the door.
What am I afraid of?
Man: I don't think it's a fear thing. It's a habit. A bad habit.
Woman: I've thought about this. It's not like a fear of being along. I love being alone in the quiet sometimes....often actually.
Man: So you want me to leave you alone.
Woman: That is not what I'm saying. What I meant was....usually when I am in a situation where I find myself alone in the quiet, I think it's peaceful and nice.
Man: Hippie
Woman: Okay. It must be a fear. It's compulsive.....and my default emotion IS fear. My compulsion to keep a background running at all times is my immediate way of keeping the fear at bay.
But what am I afraid of?
Turning the TV off?
The silence I cherish?
Getting actual true artistic thoughtful work done? Committing to that?
...Oh shit.
Man:....What?
Woman: Am I afraid to actually get work done? Like, real true to life true to art work? Am I just delaying my fear of that failure? Of failing at the thing I have wanted my whole life?
Man: I think you're just lazy.
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