A quiet place

So I have said this like a million times in my life "All I need is a quiet place to think" and it totally not true. I do some of my best thinking when I am under pressure and duress. The more I hurt the more I think. I am beginning to think its not even a masochistic thing with me. The quiet places, the quiet people, the quietness, scares the ever loving hell out of me. I need noise. I need to be in the mix and with people.