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Saturday, December 3, 2011


I shouldn’t read because when I do, I read about stuff I need to worry about.  Lately I keep reading about global warming and climate change.  With a rise of a single degree in the average global temperature all sorts of bad shit is going to happen.  Crops will die, we will have floods, there will be hurricanes, and even snow storms, all caused by global warming.  I worry about so much other stuff I don’t need this to worry about, especially because I don’t know what to do to stop the problem.

I know, I can plant a tree, but the fucking hurricanes will only knock it and others over.  I can drive slower, but some asshole will pass me doing 80 and negate my effort.  I could turn down the heat in the winter, but with the warming I won’t have to so….I don’t know, I am just so confused.  I am confused, and I have so many other things to worry about.

I worry about running out of food.  The population keeps growing taking up space used to grow food and yet we will require more food for the increased population.  When will it end?  I worry.

I worry about running out of water.  Once again, more people need more water and we keep throwing crap into the water making less to drink.  I worry.

I worry about shit in the food we do have.  I watch TV and see shows about bugs, animal shit, dirt and lots of other bad stuff in our processed food.  I worry.

I worry about radar, x-rays, microwaves, radio waves, TV waves, and tidal waves.  All those waves that did not exist 100 years ago zapping through our bodies can’t be good.  I worry.

I worry about poor people.  As the world runs out of stuff, and I still have stuff, I worry about people who don’t have stuff taking my stuff.  If they take my stuff then I will be poor and have to take someone else’s stuff.  I don’t think I would be very good at taking other peoples stuff.  I worry.

I worry about smart people.  Smart people might take my stuff just because they can out-smart me and even though they would not need my stuff because they are smart, they might take it any way because what good is being smart if it does not get you more stuff?  I worry.

I worry about garbage.  More people, more garbage, less space; where are we going to put all that garbage?  Will smart people out-smart me and get me to swap my stuff for garbage?  If they do, I know poor people won’t take the garbage from me.  I don’t want to live in garbage.  I worry.

I worry about the sun burning out.  How long can that sucker keep burning and heating up the planet.  Doesn’t everything eventually burn- out or at least decrease in intensity?  What keeps the sun burning?  How does the sun regulate its heat production?  I guess at least the sun burning out would end global warming.  Now I’m not sure which to worry about.  I worry.

I worry about running out of stuff to blog about.  If this worry shit is the best I can come up with, I’m in trouble.  Where will I find new material? 

I worry!


  1. Totally hear you on this one! I especially identify with the not being good at taking other people's shit! I'd have to learn how, and I don't think I want to!

  2. Reading that was like living in my brain. Worry about worrying about worrying. It's a lovely cycle that all too many of us live with and have to laugh at because if we don't laugh; we're crazy. Well, honestly, we're probably crazy anyway.

    I keep it under control by doing what I can, educating those I can educate, and letting go of the rest.

    Worry on,

  3. Oh Cranky, you are a man after my own heart. The world is going to Hell in a handbasket and it's all your fault.

  4. Oh yea, I worry about all that stuff, too. But for a different reason. How would you like to be me, the mom with the nine children. When the planet runs out of water, out of food, out of places to put all our garbage, out of sunlight and all that stuff...everyone will point a finger at me telling me it's all my fault for overpopulating the world with my nine children. After all, if I have nine children and then my nine children each have nine children, and then their offspring each have nine children, and so on and so on... well, there you go. The end of the world? All. My. Fault. And you think YOU have worries. I'll be the most hated person in the world when all that goes down!

  5. Katrina- I have a hunch your 9 will put back a lot more than they take out!