Several friends tell me I make them nervous. But I’m not
buying it. Instead, they make themselves nervous. It’s their choice to become uneasy.
They don’t have to. I confess. I get nervous, too. Not very often. But when I
do. I’m totally to blame. I choose to
get into a dither. I don’t have to. I
have friends that are natural born Nervous Nellies and Nervous Neds. And it’s
silly to blame me for their plight. They have the ability to reform. To seek
help. To take life in stride. No need ever for a nervous breakdown. I have a
habit of psychoanalyzing friends. Maybe that’s cause for nervousness. With a
few friends. But most see the humorous side of analysis. And don’t take me or
themselves too seriously. –Jim Broede
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