I am in the middle of a trip to visit family out east and began it with a 10 hour car ride with my dad. 10 hours is a lot of time to talk and the topics were varied.
But at one point we got to talking about people and their "issues." I'm pretty sure it was just a lame reference to Grey's Anatomy and how we're so sick of Meredith and her issues. Not that she didn't have it tough (in a fictional character sort of way. Although let's be honest she's no Huck Finn or Oliver Twist) - but (and this was the bulk of our conversation)...
...What really grinds on me who are aware of their issues and refuse to put them to bed. "Oh I have intimacy issues" says the beautiful intern who is hopelessly loved by her hot surgeon boyfriend - and then does nothing to change her present situation.
"They" say that recognizing an issue or problem is 1/2 the battle. Bollocks. That's an eighth, maybe a sixteenth of the battle. The real battle is taking action.
I told my dad that I hope I do not become a collector of issues. That instead I become a zoologist of issues. Identify them, tag them and then set them free in the wild.
In lieu of that, let me become a beautiful intern pursued by a hot neurosurgeon who can't get enough of me and my issues. That wouldn't be so bad either.
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That's the idea. Set them free. Don't domesticate them. Unlike Pandas, issues are prolific breeders in captivity. Keep them close and you'll be overrun with issues.
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