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Asking for far too much.
I want too much out of life. And when I don’t get it, I’m disappointed. Even
over little and inconsequential stuff. Maybe it’s that I am spoiled. I have too
much already. I haven’t learned to settle for less. Instead, I want a world
with everything fitting neatly into place. Dictated by my standards, my criteria,
my beck and call. Politically, socially,
economically. Every which way. I even want the Cubs to win baseball games. On
my command. In order that I feel good. Doesn’t matter if fans of the other team
feel bad. Yes. Yes. I’m not only spoiled. But selfish, too. Of course, I
recognize that a world concocted by my
grand design would end up being a horror show. Really, I prefer love stories.
With happy endings. But I know, that’s asking for far too much. --Jim Broede
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