Life in Snarly Corners
I do not like a corner. I find myself in them, often.
A Snarly Corner life is that back against the wall, stomach-churning sensation that suddenly comes upon one, without forewarning.
The way out of such Snarly Corners is present but somehow not a route easily, or obviously taken. The thing is to not worry about that, the route that is; not to worry if it is scenic, or direct. The thing is to get moving.
Get moving and think about it later. After all, reflecting on action is probably less cognitively demanding than reflecting in action when there is no-one else to reason with except oneself and the Snarly Corner.
So that’s my advice. Take a step out into the wide yonder and think about it all another time.
Alternatively, live in a round house.
I am considering that.