I bit into an apple once and found a worm.

Disturbing? Yes.

But am I still eating apples? Yes.

That's how I try to approach life :T.

How important is human interaction?

I don't know. It may vary person to person, but, as for me, human interaction weighs somewhere on the heavier side of the scale.

I was feeling really crummy today. From the moment I opened my eyes at 9am to the sound of my dad asking me to drive him to the car repair shop and glanced outside at the cloudy day, I knew it was one of those difficult days. As expected, when we returned from the car shop I could do nothing but restlessly move about and out of every room in the house. Today's breeze was cold and I was becoming more and more irritable by the second; on my mind was all the homework I had to do and the preparations for church tomorrow and pretty soon, for no apparent reason, my brain decided to reply situations where I felt intensely mortified. I rolled around on the floor, I jumped around like a crazy person, I screamed into my pillow and I had lunch with my dad. Nothing was doing, I couldn't calm down the restlessness that made me behave so strangely.

Ready to give up, I retired to my room and pulled the covers up over my head when I laid down on my bed. I looked up at the window I'd glanced up out of this morning and saw the sun shining. "Why not?" I thought. I jumped up, grabbed a hoodie, my earphones and iPod mini, and told my dad that I was going on a walk and to not lock the door.

Not wanting to have to walk near the roadside, I cut the backyards of my neighborhood towards the lake that was about a mile from my house. The lyrics to the Plumb song, Phobic, and colorful, windy trees were already working on my mood and loosening the chords of frustration that were squeezing my brain. I wasn't really sure what I'd do if I saw someone I knew, but it was only a passing concern that floated up to the surface of my conscience then popped without a sound.
I was okay with whatever was going to happen by the time I reached the lake.

My iPod didn't last very long. It sputtered out a few more songs before shutting off; I kept walking. I climbed up a steep part of the blacktop path and saw a woman walking three dogs.

Long story short (because I've really got to get the homework now :X), the woman's name was Neva and we had a pleasant conversation. My frustration was completely pulled and now I feel that I can approach writing with a better sense of clarity.

What's the best cure for a writer's block?
Human interaction.