Some people drown their sorrows in alcohol. I drown mine with fiction.
One part of it is distraction. I'm not thinking of everything going wrong in my life or the world at large if I'm focusing on a story. Another part of it is comparisons. On one side, there's the world that's way better than ours. The heroes are attractive, evil never wins the war, things turn out well in the end. There's also the opposite where everything is worse. Paying the bills doesn't seem as important compared to keeping monsters from eating you. And really, your life isn't so bad compared to characters struggling to hang onto their lives and sanity.
But sooner or later, you have to come back to reality and face whatever it was you were avoiding.
© 2015 by M.R.R.