It’s like everyone lost their damn minds today…
I wonder if it’s cause of the Super Bowl?
Could be Mercury doing backflips in whatever space based juice box it’s swimming in this week.
Hell, for all I know, the space gods are playing marbles with planets and we’re all catching the fallout…
It’s like every conversation I’ve seen today has been some sort of a cage match.
If your neighbours dog looked at you funny?
It’s like it was time go to back home, make some coffee and write a stupid 12 page manifesto about the decline of canine manners.
Stop. Just stop.
Imagine waking up one day and you know that day is your last, what’s your legacy gonna be?
“Here lies Bob, who spent his final days arguing with people on the internet about pizza toppings on the internet?”
We’re all stuck on earth. Breathing the same air.
Dealing with the same type of shit thrown our way.
That person you don’t like cause their political leaning also puts the pants on one leg at a time like you do.
That person who cut you off in traffic? Probably just trying to make it to their kid’s school play on time.
Life’s too short to spend it marinating in anger sauce.
Yeah, the world’s messy. Yeah, things suck sometimes.
But walking around like everything’s a personal insult from the universe isn’t fixing anything…
It’s just giving you heartburn and making your face look like a constipated gargoyle.
So maybe, just maybe, we could all collectively decide to dial it back from DEFCON 1 to something more reasonable. Like DEFCON “This is annoying but not worth having an aneurysm over.”
And I’m no expert, but when the Grim Reaper comes knocking, he’s not gonna care about how many internet arguments you won or how righteously angry you were about everything.
He’s just gonna ask if you lived a life worth living.
And “I was mad about everything, all the time” isn’t gonna cut it as an answer.
Wake up. Breathe. Pet a dog. Eat a sandwich. Whatever.
Just stop being so damn angry about everything. The sky daddy or universe is weird enough. We don’t need add our own rage to the mix.
Right. Time to get off of my Sunday Soap Box. I’ve got a coffee machine to shout at…
…which is different cause the coffee maker and I have an understanding.
Stephen Walker
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