This is in re: Camry’s recent post about avoiding intimacy/familiarity.  I feel ya on this one, Camry.  I wrote about something very similar back in July (July 21).  Have you ever heard Pink Floyd’s song “Wish You Were Here”? 

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

In response to that song, a wise man once wrote:

“Such is the human way to allow fear to hold ourselves back from getting what we deserve.  And this fear we allow to condemn an otherwise wonderful possibility, choosing a life free of pain as opposed to one with risk of being hurt.  But what we often fail to realize is more pain will be brought upon us by avoiding risk and choosing a false sense of contentedness.  Even worse, we allow fear to keep us from what we know is right, afraid we might find the happiness we desire and not know how to handle it.  So I’ve lept over my wall of security, putting behind the bliss and pain it brought me, to help another turn their own wall to rubble.  And with that, share an air of peace and security in one another.  Wish you were here.”