When the noise stops

Sometime life is rough and sometimes there are things you don't want to deal with. So you don't deal with them. You fill your life up with noise instead... with so many people, and responsibilities, meetings, classes at the gym, deadlines, soccer practices, late nights at the office, long runs on a Sat morning... with so much commotion that you never have to slow down and face those things. Then, suddenly, for no reason, the noise stops, and it's just you. Just you and your dragons, and no distractions. And maybe you're holding a tiny sword, or maybe just a straw or a paperclip, and you're wondering how you're going to MacGyver your way out of this situation that you have been avoiding for so long. Thoughts that you were trying to keep unthought come creeping in, and you start feeling things you didn't want to feel and you realize that "avoiding" is not the same as "dealing with", and everything is just SO QUIET and you want the noise to start again so you can distract yourself. But it doesn't. So finally you suck it up and go to the Post Office.

Man, you would not believe how much I hate going to the Post Office.