Why the Rebellion?

I’ve been wanting to write about the complexity of avoidance, (things we write on a small paper or a hope-to-remember mental list). I’d like to understand what makes avoidance prowl around all day. Writing seems to force me think through things. I don’t always find solutions, but I run into more self-awareness and less hiding it SO deeply under my consciousness. I can be hopeless as getting water through a frozen water pipe. Where do I start? Maybe it’s a good time to get a cup of coffee. A good time to check my email? Or, better yet, I could to for a walk. The day goes by so quickly and it will be dark soon. It’s only noon, so there’s no chance of it getting darker than this gray, over-cast, damp day, very soon. I've already have a hot, cup of Latte sitting next to me on the counter. I’m waiting at the mall for an appointment at the Apple Store to get my stupid computer looked at, so I won’t be going for a wal...