The Bloody Doors Off

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
Bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
Never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday

Commencement speech read by an unknown to me woman, co-opted into a hit spoken-word song by Baz Luhrmann

I should’ve caught it.

Just one email would’ve debunked the ask.

I had the power to stop it.

That’s like falling for the Nigerian Prince scheme.

Yes, I’m reflecting on the scam from a few months back.

This is how my brain works.

I torture myself by reliving past mistakes and dissecting every moment.

I should sell tickets.

I could sell tickets.

My tongue is sore, has been for a week. I thought I’d bit it. Can’t see any abrasions in the mirror.

And now there’s both a pain in my eardrum and behind my ear.

It’s fun being me.