Exit Stage, Left?

It’s rare that I go into any situation without an exit strategy. Now that I think about it, most aspects of my life include a way out, or at the very least, a back up plan.  Isn’t everyone like this or do I have commitment issues?

I honestly can’t even think of any moment when I didn’t think of a way to either deal with negative consequences or to get out of something. It’s not that I always have one foot out the door. I just like to know where the exits are. Maybe that’s the same thing. If a situation isn’t boring me, I’m afraid something will happen so it disappears, be it a job, a relationship (not that I’ve had many of them), or even a social occasion.

Maybe I’m just a paranoid freak or maybe I’m always bored.  I was thinking about this at work the other day and then again today when I made some social commitments.  It’s like a knee jerk reaction.  “Well, if I don’t like it, I can always leave,” seems to be my mantra for dealing with most things.

Then again, in my love life, I don’t usually look for the exits.  I try to just enjoy the moment.  Mostly, the men leave before I even notice that I should have been heading for the door, too.  In every other aspect of life, I seem to be doing fine.  Maybe I should have a more cautious attitude when it comes to love.

You know what? Fuck it. Life is short. I’m not going to regret enjoying myself, past, present or future.