on repeat

The stench of stale cigarette smoke. The residual foam clinging to the sides of the pint glass. The disposable conversations with disposable people you meet once and know you'll never see again. The "now-ness" of it all, living in that precise moment, filling your time and your mind with temporary distractors.

Why do people do this shit over and over and over again? Are they, like me, trying to silence the issues that really matter: the ones that might just break your heart and your spirit if you let them?