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

Whacking Off

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.