i am the champion of coping mechanisms:
i am the epitome of denial
"Nothing happened. I am fine!"
i am a paradigm of dissociation
"I wasn't even there. That wasn't me."
i am adept at amnesia
"Abuse? What abuse?"
i am a master of minimizing
"It wasn't really that bad."
i am a virtuoso at justification
"Well, they couldn't really help it because..."
i am an expert at excuses
"I can't deal with it now because I'm too busy."
i am the ace of avoidance
"That reminds me, have you heard about...?"
i am foremost at fantasy
"Let's do another roleplaying game."
i am head honcho of hiding
"If i say and do nothing, then no one will notice."
i am a star at distraction
"I have to see, hear, try the latest everything!"
i am a wizard of repression
"It was a long time ago. Let sleeping dogs lie."
i am nonpareil at numbing
"Give me another one. There's no such thing as too much."
i am king of isolation
"I am a rock. I am an island. And a rock feels no pain."
i am the paragon of overcompensation
"Look: all A's! I got a raise! Another promotion!"
i am a pro at perfectionism
"I just have to get this right before i can rest."
i am a failure at all of the above.
"Eventually, they all stop working."
A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense to not himself.
Or just as mad.
So there you are.
Stark raving sane.
- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead