The Inability to Act Normal

Commitment is a scary thing for me.

It's actually one of my bigger fears: to be stuck, to not have a way out, forever. It's scary.

But the funny thing is, that is how I view many commitments in life. I've developed this whole, "Live for the now" motto that sometimes it makes it hard for me to see into the future. It makes me scared.

Where does this fear come?

Many say it could be from my parents divorce....

Some say from past lovers gone bad....

And to some, it's just who am I.

No matter which it is, do I have control over my fears? Can I change this fear? Can I do something different?

Yes, the answer is yes.

Of course we want to live life in the now, but we also want to prepare for our future and who will be there. We not only need to see the success and everything that follows, but the moments and relationships that will be there with us.

Commitment is a scary thing for many.

Why?

Because the world tells us we don't have to commit.

-Random sex

-No contract phones

-Drop out dates

-Starter marriages

All of these things try to rewire our brains to tell us that it is bad to commit, that committing and settling down will be the end of us.
Then I ask, how can we end if we are still going.

I am told that it's just a change, a wonderful and welcome change if you handle commitment with maturity and pose.

My mom always said "If all your friends were jumping off a bridge, would you do it?"
I would answer, "Of course not! That's silly to follow everyone."

The same childish response matters for this. Just because the messed up view of the world is telling us not to commit or to be the type of person that would, doesn't mean we should just follow, if so then we are no better than lemmings.

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