Can of Worms...

So... my question is this... if there is something in your life that is making you nervous, sweaty, stressed out, and so on... shouldn't you just open the damn can of worms and figure the thing out?

Without going into major details, here's part of the story.  I opened a major can of worms.  I mean huge.  And I don't know what's going to happen with it now.  Hopefully, the people whose worms I just threw everywhere will realize that they have to deal with the worms to solve the problem of the worms.  These worms have been eating at me for over a year and a half, causing much distress not only for me, but for everyone involved.

To me, it's kind of like when your tire starts making a slight thumping noise and shaking the car... you know the tire is going to go flat pretty soon, so you better buck up and do something about it, or you're gonna have even more car repairs to go through.  You can't drive around with three tires.  It doesn't work (although some of the criminals featured on the show COPS might disagree).  And when your car has many, many people riding in it, that makes the fourth tire even more important.  You definitely don't want to be caught on the interstate with a blowout (right, Eileen?)

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a 'straight shooter,' as Justin's aunt put it.  I can't 'pretend' that nothing is wrong when something is very, very wrong.  I can't do it.  I'm not that good of an actor.  I don't pretend that I am perfect or that I don't also have my own cans of worms hidden in the far reaches of my own closets.  But my worms don't affect anyone but me.  They are my worms, not involving an entire family of worms.

I know that I can't fix everything, and I don't pretend to know all the answers.  But I do know this: you can't fix any problem without acknowledging that there is a problem, i.e. the worms.  Thank you Dr. Phil.  I also know that I can't ignore the worms any longer.  They have been set free...