Existence of Reality in Christopher Durangs Beyond Therapy and Edward

Presence of Reality in Christopher Durang's Beyond Therapy and Edward Albee's Who's apprehensive about Virginia Woolf? Growing up, I generally expected that my folks would develop old together. I fantasized about acquainting my future kids with their still-wedded grandparents and joining in, if not specifically arranging, my parent’s fiftieth commemoration festivity. Despite the fact that my folks battled and battled with zones of unending difference, by one way or another things consistently worked out and in my naivety, I accepted they generally would. In any case, as time advanced, the uncertain, and now and again implicit, issues that had tormented my parent’s marriage since its origination rotted and at last arrived at immovable extents. As a chaotic separation lingered, each parent clarified his adaptation of the occasions and â€Å"irreconcilable differences† inducing a partition. In spite of the fact that the realities introduced in each record coordinated, my parent’s separate understandings of the realities varied incredibly. As I tuned in to my parent’s j ustify their powerlessness to get along, I understood that in spite of the fact that my parent’s stories didn't coordinate, neither one of the parties was really lying. Each parent just introduced to me their form of the purposes behind separation. I realized that some place covered up in the subtext of my parent’s clarifications laid reality. As I filtered through the somewhat tangled data, I started to ponder, â€Å"Is reality a relative concept?† After checking on my own understanding, Christopher Durang’s play Beyond Therapy, and Edward Albee’s Who’s terrified of Virginia Woolf?, I arrived at the resolution that, as innately dumbfounding as it appears, reality exists as a relative idea. Apparently, in the complexities of a separation, the genuine reasons requiring a changeless... ...xtremes of forswearing and vouches for the genuine relativity of reality relying on mentality. In the wake of beating her refusal and conceding that no child exists, Martha lies prostrate as George solicits her, â€Å"Who’s terrified of Virginia Woolf?†(242). Martha tediously answers, â€Å"I†¦am†¦George†¦.I†¦am†¦Ã¢â‚¬ (242). As it were, â€Å"Who’s terrified of the truth?† My folks, Stuart of Christopher Durang’s Beyond Therapy, and Martha and George from Thomas Albee’s â€Å"Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?†. Stopping to justify reality to suit one’s necessities involves managing reality and encountering torment. In this manner, it makes sense that many brilliant, sensible individuals succumb to the charm of disavowal. In any case, as Martha illustrates, the dividers disintegrate in the end, and one feels the torment as intensely as could be. Things being what they are, who’s terrified of reality? The more suitable inquiry is who’s not scared of reality?