forwarding the future
There is a certain truism that I have been loathe to admit: for all my frivolity, I am not an impulsive man. I often achieve a realization about six months before I react to it. These range in nature from matters of the human heart to the purchase of significant household electronics, but I stand off and do not act until my certainty builds to a critical mass. I do not know whether it is reluctance or caution that holds me from direct action in response to such a decision, but I will prevaricate and avoid committing myself to a decision already made. Perhaps this has saved me from making a few too many impetuous advances, but it has also been used as an excuse allowing me to avoid certain unpleasant facts. Refusing to face them does not make me immune to their consequences, just incapable of dealing with them.