Escapism, we are led to believe, is evidence of a deficiency in character, a certain failure of temperament, and like so many -isms, is to be strenuously avoided. ‘How do you expect to get ahead?’, people ask. But the question altogether misses the point. The escapist doesn’t want to get ahead. He simply wants to get away. – J Maarten Troost
I am an escapist. I am also an idiot. In the sense of not going to a doctor when I have a fever because I firmly believe my body should be given a chance to fight the virus. Matter of fact, I eat spicy biryanis and drink Red Bull in plenty when I develop a mild fever. That, I expect, would sort me out as advised by my uncle who is a Doctor.
Anyway, coming back to my deficiency in character – escapism. I always dream of a get-away. Not in the sense of robbing a bank, no. But with the intention of dropping everything like employment, responsibilities and such vagaries and going some place far far away. I cannot handle anything for longer than a specific span of time. I do not want to, in fact. Because that isn’t something I am built to handle.
But then, being an escapist has its benefits. Sometimes getting lost in your phone or letting your mind wander during a meeting does your brain good. You don’t always have to deal with reality. Scientific data proves that day-dreaming is an essential human activity. And that is all I intend to take from the research. Nothing more, nothing less.
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