Worried Squirrel Is Worried
Some people call it an “anxiety attack.” Cup of Joe calls it “worrying.” My niece calls it “nervousing” and I guess I would call it good-old fashioned fretting.
Here’s what he’s talking about.
Here in the modern now-a-go-go times, many achieving Americans would advise me to drop the worries, make sure I carve out a long-lasting and hefty slice of the American Dream pie and “worry” about keeping that safe.
And there are surely times I wish I could do just that – buffered by a large enough slice, I could let everyone else figure it out for themselves, bask in my domain and revel in whatever it is large slice owners revel in.
All of which directly affects this blog and what appears in it. Who wants to read droning dreads and worries of corruption, greed, disaster, politics, etc etc? I might spend some time reading of such things, but repeating it for you, dear reader, could be most tiresome. Negativity begets itself.
Since day one of this blog, I have included this sub-title under the main – “Being an American requires constant vigilance”.
And he explains what the subtitle means in the only way that Joe knows how, which if always fantastic.