I have a problem. One of those problems that appears to grow larger and larger the more I think about it, similar to the mess of dirty clothes in my closet. I am constantly closing the closet door to avoid the mess, and yet it is still there every day. I procrastinate doing laundry, and I continue to wear clothes every day, and they just add to mess on the floor. Just like the longer I think about this problem the more it adds to my anxiety.
I hesitate to mention the specifics of this problem or the friend who it involves, so I will continue to speak in annoying metaphors. Lets say I have a good friend. She's amazing. I know something that will greatly impact her life, but will also crush her emotionally. Should I tell her? Readers what do you think? Would you want to know something bad about yourself, or would you rather remain ignorant? Is ignorance bliss? This sounds frighteningly similar to The Matrix...


posted by Michele at 7:00 PM