Everybody in my social circle is frantic about getting the coronavirus vaccine. Many won’t admit they’ve gotten lucky. Zoomers trade rumors.
I am, of course, considered heartless if I try to change the subject. I haven’t gotten it, though I’m on lists. But my life is more than waiting. Even pregnant women have more in their lives than waiting.
Fretting is boring to listen to. I’m sure there’s a circle in hell for fretters to fret at each other eternally. Especially about things they can’t change – such as global warming, Middle East fighting and when Venice will go under. Souls can tote up how much time humans waste in worrying. If you get the highest score, you don’t win anything.
In ordinary life, endless fretting doesn’t even move traffic.
Maybe you’ll make friends among fellow worrywarts – but once you get the vaccine, they’ll totally dump you.
My latest Facebook quiz says I’m going to live to 91. Do I want to spend decades fretting and being fretted at?
Frets are for guitars, not for people. Go play “Free Bird” already.
