Is everyone depressed pretending they are fine?
Or is everyone fine thinking they are depressed?
I mean chocolate and beer and coffee and ball games, and soap operas and impulse buying and novels and game shows all seem like symptoms of something that needs escaping from.
Not to mention French fries and donuts.
So, what’s the problem with us, you and me, in our own private quiet desperation interspersed with dollops of hope?
Lethargy? Boredom? Laziness? Fear? Hurt?
So, let’s regroup. Step back, step up (to the plate), and step out (of our doldrums.)
Ah ha. I can name it. Worry. Yes, just plain vanilla-in-a-plain-brown-box, worry. It doesn’t even deserve a capital W. Just dusty, rusty, doesn’t have a leg to stand on, picky, sticky, icky worry. How on earth (and only on earth) does the evil inclination get away with such a cheap trick?
I think I was so happy and complacent that I let my guard down. Oh, there’s always something to worry about. You can count on that. And that something is real. Sure. As real as the boogyman.
Oh dear, I’m so fat, oh dear, I’m so bad at whatever, oh dear, destitution is lurking around the bend. Did you know that approximately half the women in America are terrified at the prospect of someday becoming destitute? And a large percent of those women
currently earn over $200,000 a year. Well, some of them might actually become destitute. So, are they worrying for nothing?
Like people who buy lottery tickets are dreaming of becoming fabulously wealthy. Are they dreaming for nothing?
When you fear something but can’t do anything about it, you are misdirected because you are miserable or moderately miserable even before you have something to be bone fide miserable about.
But when you hope something, even though you aren’t doing much to make what you hope for happen, it’s a good thing because at least you’re happy while you are waiting for the wonderful thing to happen.
So, the moral of this ramble is “Don’t Worry. Be Happy.”
Hmmmm. Sounds familiar.