It took about 32 years for me to realize that I kinda sorta had an avoidance problem. Some years I avoided going home by staying out every night and partying like a maniac. Others were spent planted in front of a television, consuming all the true crime my brain could handle. Guess murder can be better than facing one’s own demons. While I don’t recommend descending (or remaining) in a similar state, it is possible to engage in a little healthy avoidance every once in a while. Getting drunk on a Friday. Sleeping that extra hour. Or perhaps you’re like us, and opt to fight your sobering reality with a whole lot of easily accessible humor. Like all the goodies in here.