Ignorance is Bliss?

Some people say ignorance is bliss.

When you have a problem, I'm assuming (and only assuming) that you do one of several things.

1. Ignore it, either because you hope you can ignore it or because you cannot do anything to solve it
2. Find a good solution and solve the problem
3. Make the problem worse (which, I assume, only happens if it is NOT your problem.)

Sometimes, these problems cause pain. Oftentimes, what I wish to do with these problems that cause pain is the first option; ignore it completely. Pretend I don't have a problem. Pretend life is good, grand, happy, blissful.

Unfortunately for me, ignoring the problem makes it hit even harder when it returns. 

And trust me, when you ignore a problem, it'll come back. Good or bad, it will come back. 

It's kind of like a physical ailment. You might do something to wound your shoulder, for instance. You might even go and get it looked at. Say it's a serious wound that needs treatment. The longer you wait, pretending the wound doesn't exist, the worse it gets.

Okay, that was kind of a bad example.

You know how in books, movies and stories, the hero is generally able to ignore the pain of an injury. Ignore the pain, block it out, become consumed by other things that are greater than the pain. You'll remember specifically in the Hunger Games when Katniss "sojourns on" after getting severely burned. 

I've had to do this once or twice. Swallow pain. It's hard, and I assure you of that, and give kudos to those who do it. But it doesn't usually last, unless you've just received a shot from the doctor's. You can only keep up the wall for so long before it falls, and the pain comes back, perhaps even worse than before.

I'm not just talking about physical pain. There's emotional pain as well. Sometimes, this is the worse of the two pains. 

It's not always the best solution to simply throw words, actions, relationships away and move on, pretending they never happened.

Because they come back. 

You never truly forget anything. Memories from your childhood that you assumed forgotten tend to drift back at random moments, occasionally giving you an "ah hah" moment. Your mind can purposefully choose not to relive a certain moment. But that doesn't mean the moment is gone- no, it isn't. It stays, lingering, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

For me, it's when I've had a rough day at school; at home; wherever; and can't find a good outlet for that bad feelingness. For whatever reason, my mind decides, "Hey, remember that one time your brother told you to go to Hell?" or "Oh, man, that one kid at school called you a lady dog!" or "Really, Rine? You can't even get one stupid US History assignment done?" 

Telling myself to stop doesn't work; my brain has already run down those synapses that bring along the degrading memories of what others, what you have said about yourself. 

Soon it falls into full-out "I can't do this" mode. And I shut down. 

Some people are wrong. Ignorance is not bliss.