The Novels, Poetry, and Ramblings of a man grateful for A.D.H.D.
Monday, November 7, 2011
clouds are unloading nature's napalm on Kansas City. Widows rattle
from thunder between windy vibrations. Flashing lightning permeates my
den as I quietly sit typing replies on Twitter. I believe it was Alfred
E. Newman who said, "What, me worry?" He had a point. What good would
worry have done for the passengers of the Titanic? Of course, come to
think about it, it might have done the
captain some good. This "don't worry, be happy" thing is more complex
than I realized. Consider the birds of the air sitting on that power
line during this lightning storm...oh wait, never-mind. Consider the
roasted birds in my lawn...I do believe there's a difference between not
worrying and acting foolishly. Worry comes from a lack of faith.
Foolishness comes from a lack of forethought. Care for a drumstick?