A Workaholic’s Smokescreen

I’m just rambling in this one, but I really need to get this out of my system. So here goes:

We – All of us – must have some sort of an escapist gene in us. Especially the professionals.

Whenever life gets too much for us to handle, we work. We take on much much more than what our jaws are designed to chew and then totally drain ourselves trying to get it done.

We put ourselves behind a smokescreen of workaholism so that we can blame work for the late nights and stress and dark circles. We work so that we can fool ourselves into believing that all our problems are ones with logical, solvable ends. That rationale rules our world. That illogical, irrational, unsolvable emotionally distressing problems have no place in our lives.

We live in denial. Like children, we like to fool ourselves about Santa Clause and Prince Charming. We like to tell ourselves and everyone that no matter how hard the problem is, there is a logical solution to it. That there is a way out and that all will be well.

But the thing with this sort of fooling around is that in the end, it is all still a smoke screen and the smoke is bound to disperse at some point. Some where, that overworked jaw gives up and refuses to chew any more and that cowardly escapist in us has to face the mess. When that happens, all you feel like doing is curling up into a ball and crying and wishing desperately to slip into an eternal sleep.

They have several names for the stage when that happens; mental disturbance, nervous breakdown etc etc… but basically, it is just that kid in us finding out that there is no Santa Clause or Prince Charming…….