There’s a strange comfort in saying “it’s complicated.”
Avoiding accountability often hides behind language like that. It sounds thoughtful. Mature. Almost responsible.
Most of the time, it’s avoidance with better branding.
We’re not confused. We understand the situation just fine. We just don’t like where the conclusion leads. The math is simple. The cost is not.
If you spend more than you earn, the stress isn’t mysterious.
If you keep choosing the same person in different bodies, the heartbreak isn’t bad luck.
If you say you want peace but keep feeding chaos, the exhaustion isn’t surprising.
None of this requires deep reflection. It requires acknowledgment.
But clarity has become unfashionable.
Directness feels aggressive.
Boundaries get labeled “cold” by people who benefited from you having none.
So we negotiate with ourselves.
“I just need more time.”
“I’m still figuring it out.”
“I’m working on myself.”
Translation: I know what needs to change. I’m just not ready to pay for it yet.
That’s human. It’s also expensive.
We talk about growth like it’s an emotion instead of an operation. Something we feel instead of something we do. But growth shows up in boring places. Calendars. Bank statements. Who no longer has access to you.
Instead of adjusting those, we manage the discomfort.
We journal.
Then we vent.
Sometimes we repost quotes.
We light candles around problems that need tools.
Avoiding accountability doesn’t delay consequences. It just makes them compound quietly.
Eventually, reality sends an invoice. It always does. Ignoring it doesn’t cancel it. It just adds fees.
This series exists for the moment before the charge clears.
When the pattern is obvious.
When the excuse is tired.
When laughter is the last friendly nudge before accountability shows up without asking.
We’re not confused.
We’re deciding whether today is the day we stop pretending we are.
Clarity isn’t cruel. It’s efficient.
And yes.
That’s us.
But funnier.
