Sounds like the old Southwest airline catchline, “Wanna get away? Fly Southwest”. This post isn’t about airlines or travel, but that catchline is still relevant. We all want to get away sometimes, don’t we? I know I do. Partly because, (and I know you never saw this one coming), I’m an introvert, (I feel like I’m cramming that down your throat with as often as I mention it), and partly because I’m a manic/depressive writer.
I’m nearly as bad with manic/depression as some people you might know of; not only because I was raised right, but because I am a showman, we all are if you think about it. People only see us how we wish them to: we put on a show of everything being normal when it isn’t.
I’m getting off course a bit here, so lets steer back into the wind and move on with today’s post, shall we?
Do You Feel Trapped?
It is an honest question, worth an honest answer. The only way I know how to do that is to answer in the quietness of my heart, or the safety of my home. Ask yourself, “Do I feel trapped?” If you have to think about the answer, than it may very well be a yes.
There are different kinds of prisons where we can feel trapped. The first is what I like to call the George Bailey Syndrome. When people have this feeling of being trapped is a mental pressure not to let others down; so they sacrifice what they want to please others. This is great in moderation, but a lifestyle of giving and compromising, submitting and serving with no return thanks or similar treatment makes one feel trapped. More so, when they begin to feel like they are indispensable and everything would fall apart if they were to leave or change how they lived.
It’s a desperation of being the slave of everyone for the rest of your life. A feeling of being trapped by the many needs of others who, “Can’t possibly get along without you.” And that’s just one type of mental prison.
Another kind of being trapped, (I won’t go through them all, but maybe this one is you), is the Ghost Syndrome. These aren’t technical, medical, or scientific terms, I’m making them up as I go along, so don’t take this as gospel. But, I’ve lived in all of these mental prisons and can attest their reality.
If you are trapped in your own body; perhaps you don’t like your appearance, or you conformed your personality to be liked and included by others, you feel desperate and lonely. You may be popular with the kids at school, but if you’re not popular with yourself, you are living vicariously. Now, that’s a big word, so let’s break it down quickly.
Vicarious: Experiencing through the imagination, feelings, or actions of another.
Living vicariously is as if you are living through someone else. Like a virtual reality video game, you live a life through your character. But even deeper, if the person you’re living through is you, and you have buried your real self so deep it doest show anymore… you’ve got a problem.
When we feel trapped in ourselves, it is because we have been hiding who we are and living out a life that isn’t true to our real identity. It is a trap.
And here’s the title of the post and the kicker. In Proverbs, it talks about avoiding envying and strife, conflict and dissension. I was reading the chapter of the day in Proverbs, (there are 31 chapters, 1 for every day of the month), and this verse stuck out to me:
“It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.” —Proverbs 21:9
The only reason Solomon said woman instead of man in this verse is that he had more practical experience with brawling women. Solomon had hundreds of wives, I’m assuming this subject hit pretty close to home with him. But the fact is, it is better not to get involved or even in the way of someone who is looking for a fight. Just get away!
On the flip side of the same coin, if you ever get in a foul mood or grow hot-headed, get away! Take a walk, blow off steam. It’s far better for you to take it up with God, yell at the sky, or pound the anger into the road as you run than to take it out on your fellow man.
Avoid conflict, especially with Christian brothers and sisters. Love all people and understand we all need space some times, we’re all going to explode. Wanna get away?
As always, thanks for reading.
—the anonymous novelist