When I happen to have a problem, I have the worst habit of not telling anyone about it.

I actually keep it to myself and try to solve it myself. Sometimes, the people I try to tell it to don't understand why I'm telling them my problems so I usually give up trying after the second or third time.

The other thing I tend to do also is avoid going out. I become almost the recluse. I guess, I figured that I don't want to be the party pooper or something so I might as well not do any socialising. I won't want people getting angry with me for all the wrong reasons.

So that sort of explains why I'm home tonight. I'm just feeling tired too. Driving in town on a weekday is always stressful to me. I'm used to being stuck at work all day, within the building, that I get a bit of a shock when I'm out in town during the day. And I was in the middle of town for most of the morning today too until about 2 p.m.

So the tired plus the problem plus the thought of all the work I need to do equals me wanting to hide under my blanket and not come out to make any kind of decisions or do any activity which requires concentration.

This post alone has taken me close to 15 minutes to compose. So why did I do it? Just to explain to some people, I guess, why I'm doing a temporary disappearing act.