I'm in The Beanery. I finished posting on my blog. Looking at it, I debated about posting something else or writing more on a short story. I saw my blog titles, in order:
Day 4: Juicing
Day 3: Juicing
Reading that, I laughed. The juvenile in me is a surface dweller and manages my sense of humor. After I laughed, a passing woman said, "You're always laughing and smiling whenever I see you in here, not that I'm staring."
Answering, "Sometimes all you can do is laugh," I laughed. She looked flustered and returned to her table.
What else can I say? I like laughing and have much to laugh about. Yes, the world's continual deaths, poverty, starvation, abuse, greed and corrupted morals depress me. Frustrations arise and I rant about the petty irritations of my life.
Then I read about someone coping with recovering from childhood abuse or rape, someone coping with terminal diseases, breast cancer, diabetes, obesity, murder/suicides, the loss of their family or pets, torture, disease and war, and I'm reminded how safe, secure, and carefree I remain.
Strife and hardship challenge so many people and their daily existence. I'm lucky to be American, white, male, and middle-class. It's spared me from many injuries and injustices. I have no reason not to smile.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com