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 anxious about Virginia Woolf? Growing up, I generally accepted that my folks would develop old together. I fantasized about acquainting my future youngsters with their still-wedded grandparents and joining in, if not expressly arranging, my parent’s fiftieth commemoration festivity. In spite of the fact that my folks battled and battled with regions of never-ending contradiction, 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 putrefied and eventually arrived at obstinate extents. As a chaotic separation lingered, each parent clarified his form 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 individual understandings of the realities contrasted significantly. As I tuned i n to my parent’s defend their powerlessness to get along, I understood that despite the fact that my parent’s stories didn't coordinate, neither one of the parties was really lying. Each parent basically introduced to me their variant 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 marginally tangled data, I started to ponder, â€Å"Is reality a relative concept?† After evaluating my own understanding, Christopher Durang’s play Beyond Therapy, and Edward Albee’s Who’s scared of Virginia Woolf?, I arrived at the resolution that, as innately incomprehensible as it appears, reality exists as a relative idea. Apparently, in the complexities of a separation, the genuine reasons requiring a perpetual... ...xtremes of refusal and vouches for the genuine relativity of reality relying on mentality. Subsequent to 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 support reality to suit one’s requirements involves managing reality and encountering torment. Subsequently, it makes sense that many shrewd, sensible individuals succumb to the appeal of disavowal. Be that as it may, as Martha illustrates, the dividers disintegrate in the long run, and one feels the torment as intensely as could be. Anyway, who’s terrified of reality? The more fitting inquiry is who’s not scared of reality?