The Lessons Never Learned (The War Eternal, #2)

by Rob J. Hayes

The second way is to wallow in it. At first it might seem a lot like a confrontation. Both forms certainly contain a lot of spilt tears and even more spilt booze. But the key difference is those who confront their grief move on; eventually they make it out the other side and put the pain, sorrow, and tears behind them. Those who wallow don't even try to move on. Maybe it's the pity that they heap upon themselves, and that which they take from others. Maybe the attention is addictive, or maybe they just don't have the strength needed to pull themselves out of their misery. I don't know. I've never been able to stand people who wallow in grief for very long; their pain and tears soon become annoying. Or even worse, they clamp down and refuse to feel anything. At that point they are little more than golems made of flesh. I cannot abide wallowers. The third way of dealing with grief, and I count myself as one of the great followers of this belief, is to run from it. Rather than allow myself to feel the pain and heartache, I throw myself into activity. I use the desire to escape my grief to drive me. Some of the most successful periods of my life have come about because I needed to run from my feelings.