some other agent

We need alone time to have conversations with our demons. Running from them never works and usually includes the booze, the pills, or some other agent. We spread ourselves too thin at times. In so doing we derive less time to each individual thing. Plus, staying thin always leaves the running door open for the quick exit in those uncomfortable, unconfrontable situations that seem to be there but not really; they go behind on our run inside. Runners count on this. This is the weakness of the running man.
Those who run need alone time like no other, but it frightens them so. For them alone time means having to order their lives even more, which would disturb their routine, their cycle, their treadmill size. Any deviation in this thinness would result, in their minds, in a collapse of presentation. Once that goes. all has gone to Hell. Is this all we have become? LLc 98.2