a bitter form of refuge

Sometimes my favorite (and unfortunate) way of dealing with a problem is to ignore it or, if possible, to remove myself from whatever physical aspects that I deem to be part of the problem. While I admit I sometimes ignore and avoid solvable problems, if a problem becomes debilitating or serious enough that I have to be physically somewhere else, I'm usually willing to solve that problem. But sometimes I don't know how to solve those types of problems -- the ones that shut me down, the ones that make me wanna just get up and leave.

I love the strain on his voice when he sings, "But we still fear what we don't know."

I guess I'm sort of lying to myself when I say I don't know how to solve these types of problems. I usually have some kind of idea of what to do. But usually that idea seems so indirect and maybe even useless, or it involves stepping outside a major comfort zone -- something that I'm not known for doing. But I've got to make those small steps, and hope that something or someone will reach out and pull me up along the way.


P.S. I'm entitled to a vague emo post every now and then and I haven't had one in a while. Don't pretend like you've never done it.