Maybe I don't worry enough.

Oh, I suppose I worry about things. But I keep telling people to not worry. Because most of the stuff we worry about never happens. And so there was no reason to really worry. It was an utter waste of time. We'd have been better off not worrying in the first place. But I think I know people that like to worry. Makes their day. Gives them something to do. And they tell me that it's a relief when the thing they worried about didn't happen. And that they would not have felt the pleasure of relief it they had not spent time worrying. Of course, that leaves me puzzled. And so I'm worrying over the possibility that I don't worry enough. That I'm missing something. --Jim Broede