Crisis
Crisis was averted to make way to a bigger, more exciting crisis. By exciting I mean why not just hand me a gun so that I can shoot myself and get it over with?
The old crisis will welcome the old crisis like a friend coming over. He will invite him to sit down and serve him juice. Please, be comfortable so that you can linger for a long period of time.
Meanwhile, I will be narrowing my eyes at the pair. The one averted gets no farewell from me. For the one that arrived, I am having visions of (a) having a good long talk to sort him out so that he can leave without a fuss or (b) putting cyanide in his juice so that he can drop dead.
The question that never goes away: What do I do now?