Thoughts from a Worrier: A Look at Reality

Some fine folks helping my grandma with her school bus

   Okay. Pause. I'm sick of this. Sick of this entire stinkin' world and it's messed up atmosphere. As I type this, the news keeps repeating the same melodic facts about the marathon bombing in Boston. And y'know what? It sucks. All of it. The very idea that there are awful people doing stupid things out there, and there is not a thing we can do to stop it. What happened to us? To the people we used to be. My grandparents tell me stories about their neighbors being their best friends, about asking strangers that to helped fix a flat, about the world when it was full of reason and marvels, when a knock on your door was nothing to worry about. I want that. I want to grow up, I want my future family to grow up, in a place that knows kindness and smiles and compassion -- not a world full of bombs and deaths and, and hell on Earth. I know, I know the world is going to get worse. I'm not stupid, I believe what the Bible says. But that doesn't stop me from wishing it all would just, be better.

"It's like you guys still think the moon is a cube of cheese, and you can eat it!"