What? Me? Worry?

Last night to this morning had me at a spring equinox party. There was a drum circle. It was a good time. I ran to my car and got my caxixi and played it like samba. Later on, a person I knew and some people I didn't arrived. And I was introduced.

Those who know me know I don't really worry about things. And this topic came about in conversation and I was asked, "How do you do it?" So I thought I'd write about that.

I don't know how I do it. Certainly, I've got some things I worry about. Like velociraptor attacks (find a string of this at xkcd.com) and rogue unicorns (ref: Flight of the Conchords). I worry about making rent money and having money for fuel for the car. I worry about being able to eat lunch, which, sure, happens for me more often than others, but certainly less often than the rest. Beyond this, most things are superfluous.

For instance, (and my one reader (Hi mom!) isn't going to like this) I am a pretty good driver, and I now have a car with a hand brake. So I'll turn my car sideways headed downhill on pack ice. I watch the oncoming car as it approaches its stop sign and I'll drive on. If it hits me, it hits me and then what? I either have more bills to pay, or I don't have any more bills to pay. I always end up landing on my feet.

This next statement is going to sound very pompous... I'm very cool. That's not to say I'm fashionable, hip with the lingo, nor the most popular guy in the world (although I am starting to get pretty well known). I'm very cool in the sense that, though it's taken me a little while and I was off-balanced a few months ago, everything will be okay. No matter what happens, life will continue.

And that is how I stay worry-free. It was from a book I read a few weeks back, Slaughterhouse Five, that had a page with the image and words that said, "Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts."