A Thing

For some reason, when I'm stressing about something I have to do, and it has too many options and I just start going "ARRGH STRESS STRESS", if I start talking to somebody about what I need to do, I get un-stressed and start making progress. Even if they don't offer any help at all. Maybe it's just having to explain things for them gives me a handle on it, maybe it's because it lets me get some distance from things and approach it as a problem, rather than stress. I don't know.

But I don't think this is the same kind of thing as when women say they don't want help solving their problems, because I'd like help, otherwise I wouldn't have asked. But sometimes trying to ask somebody else for help is all the help I need. If that makes any sense at all.

And now, I go to bed, to depart tomorrow morning for the wilds of New York City and free-range webcartoonists.