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:: Monday, March 21, 2005 ::

My best friend remarked to me once that people often get rid of problems by pretending they don't exist. While this sounds sad and unconstructive, it's a truism, and people have been repressing thoughts of their problems for years and years.

We shall call it the "sweeping-under-the-carpet" syndrome. What happens is that small problems do go away (seemingly) if you ignore them or hide them cleverly by distracting all parties involved in the problem. You sweep the dirt under the carpet and hey presto! It's gone, and before you know it, you forget about it.

The only thing wrong with this coping mechanism is that eventually the dirt builds up and makes a rather unsightly lump in your carpet which you fail to notice at first because of the gradual build-up. And suddenly you don't even know why there's a huge lump under your carpet. You can see there's a lump, but you have no idea what it is and why it's there.

At least until you buy a new vacuum cleaner, but the metaphor doesn't extend that far.

Oh and to someone in particular, your behaviour is getting weirdly coquettish, and believe me, that doesn't do anything for me. There are better ways to flirt, trust me.

:: nimezs @ 3:20 am [+] ::

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