A friend of mine called this morning and mentioned my (and his) “existential crisis.” He’s a stalwart fellow and I appreciate the sympathy, but I’m actually not having one. I did get a bit exercised over any number of thoughts during the last few days, and writing is frequently how I process all the stress. It must have worked, because today I’m fairly calm about the following:
1. The imaginary wealth of banks
2. Aging
3. Finding a better house & studio
4. My 87-year-old mother
5. What people will say about me when I’m dead
6. The false lure of “going back” (to anywhere)
7. Buying a dental implant instead of a new Mac
8. All my unused gifts & unfulfilled desires
9. Obama being swallowed by the Democratic establishment
10. The neighbors’ goddamned abandoned cats [oops]
11. Netroots as magic beans
12. Lumps
13. The irreconcilable death of American uniqueness
14. Losing weight
15. The shortest summer in the world
16. A pension fund collapse
17. Ecosystem death
18. Endless war
19. Money
20. Defrosted steaks going bad
21. Boring postponed Web work
Etc. etc.
I could go on, but it’s getting harder to think of things, which means I must be okay. And realizing yesterday just who (or what) is boss took tons of pressure off, naturally.
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