I got worked up today.
I don’t have a job. I am in debt. I have to clean the uncleanable house. I have friends I can count on one hand in Seattle. I have stupid things come up. I have issues.
I took a long brisk walk – that usually helps – and had an iced latte. Caffeine, adrenaline, ironically work to calm me.
Jay, as usual, was unflappable. (I think this man is made of every other kind of cell that I am not.) He told me over latte that we learn from our lives and move on.
Later that night, I looked at him and said, “Why is it that humans react like our little world is all that matters and we obsess and worry, and everything becomes a big deal? We all know we’re just a speck, such a little piece of inconsequential atom. We have seen the universe. And yet, we live our lives the way we do. This is it! I am just passing through and yet I can’t let go of my human neurosis. I know I’m energy and dust, and yet I’m such a worrywart.” [Recalled verbatim. Or else something very close to this.]
Jay deadpanned: “That’s a blog entry if I ever heard one.”
This, by the way, is the Sombrero Galaxy, so named because, well, look at it.
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