When I was young, I was certain that hiding behind furniture, or under it, or even under the covers in my bed would make the bad stuff go away. Monsters n the room? No worry, just crawl under the covers, all the way mind you, and I was safe. For extra security, crawling headfirst to the bottom of my bed was always an option. The small problem with that is that now and then the sheets would be tucked a little more tightly and I’d get stuck, headfirst at the bottom of my bed. (Yeah I’m pretty sure my mother loved it when I yelled for her to rescue me during those moments!)
But this worked for other things too. Don’t want to eat th dreadful sprouts and mama was giving me that look? No worries, simply slide slowly off my chair, and hide under the table. Neither of my parents would suspect a thing. Granted I never stayed under the table for long. My parents were sneaky. They’d start talking about something fun they were going to do once they were done cleaning up and naturally I’d want to be in the fun. So I would slide out and then be confronted with the awful sprouts.
Honestly it is a shame that these techniques no longer work. Worried about a spell of bad news? Throw a blanket over your head and get comfortable in a small space. The bad news will pass you by! Afraid that strange lump is cancer? Hidin the closet! If only it were all that easy. Life certainly would be more enjoyable.
Of course life doesn’t work that way and hiding from worries, fears, bad news, and all the rest only makes things worse.