#avoiders

Last night was just same like the other night.

I laid down in my not-super-comfy bed, then I picked up my phone, opened chrome, and google some random things.

LOVE.

Agape. Storge. Eros. Philia. and another discovery about love philosophy. *when I said random, it is RANDOM*

Then, my eyes met this page, which is quiz which would let you know your inner.

Hmm...

Let‘s try.

I answer 70 questions with YES or NO, and the results of this quiz is quite awe me.

I’m An Avoiders-----86%

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Avoiders usually come from performance-based homes that value mastery, encourage independence and self reliance and discourage the expression of feelings or needs. These homes lack affection, tenderness or personal discussions. The focus is responsibility.

Avoiders respond to the anxiety of not having comfort and nurturing by learning to take care of themselves. They restrict their feelings and needs and become independent. So, as adults they avoid emotions and neediness because that’s what they learned to do as kids. The spouses of avoiders have similar complaints. “I don’t get any affection and my spouse doesn’t seem to really need much. I can’t get close”.

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WOW.

really close.

Music played down the street. A man in red danced at the front of a long procession, and at the end of the road, a woman with matching garb. A wedding. A joyous thing, that will lead all the way down to an open area where they could perform the ceremony. People sang and danced, almost forgetting the cold.

It would be a happy scene, were Sophia not so terribly claustrophobic. She wore her usual disguise -- a cowl and a brown hooded coat. The small parade continued on, and Sophia froze up, filled with the Sight of so many people. They filled her head and left her dizzy. Sophia had little choice but to skirt along the walls, staying out of their way.

Sanctuary came in the form of an unlocked door. Sophia’s hand found a hatch and pushed down -- it was by accident that she found it at all. But once opened, Sophia rushed inside, closing the door behind her. She kept herself pressed close, as if the world would swallow her up if she moved too far away from the latch.