An exceptional man.

I’m busy. Trying to define my problems. By making a list. But I’m stymied. Because I can’t be sure that I have any serious problems.   And minor ones don’t count. Not even worth listing. I had this thought. Momentarily. About having a major problem. But the more I thought about it, the more it dwindled away. Into nothingness. I’m told by a friend that everyone has serious problems. That I have no right to be an exception. That I have to be like everyone else. But I protest. I proclaim to be an exceptional man. --Jim Broede