In this time of pandemic, we need to stay closely in touch with ourselves to make sure we don’t reunite with our baddest habits. In the same way that we don’t fool around with hand sanitizing, the same rule of thumb should be applied when it comes to fuckboy texting. Exhausted to be forced to flirt with loneliness, we may find ourselves starving for human connection. Our capacity for awareness is putting us to the test.
It’s easy to fall back into old ways and re mesh with destructive coping mechanisms when highly stressful life circumstances invite themselves to the party. Before consciously choosing to enter a danger zone with no safety net to fall back on if shit gets dirty, we should commit to asking ourselves the cost of what we are about to do if things don’t go as planned. Do we have more to win out of the choice we are about to make? If the cost outweighs the benefits, we ought to abort mission immediately.
Our long term well-being is not worth negotiating with, especially not in this fragile time of life. Sitting with the discomfort can cause pain, but it’s a good type of pain. Fucking around with danger is risky and does not bring about anything good besides the adrenaline rush we may temporarily get out of it.