too much stress – Lee Duigon

Have I told you they’re gonna shut down our Stop & Shop, where we’ve been buying our groceries for decades? They don’t mean to keep it open beyond Oct. 31, so now they don’t bother to restock the shelves. I don’t get that. Why have a store where half the shelves are empty?

So we go to Shop-Rite now, and shopping takes much longer because it’s a new store to us and we don’t know where things are. Also, the aisles are very narrow. But they do have everything we want to buy, once we learn where to look for it.

We still have to visit Target to get my chemo pills. I shouldn’t be scared of pills, but something’s giving me those nightmares.

And then it’ll be five weeks of chemo plus radiation before I find out whether they’re gonna cut me open or not.

This year has really sucked.

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So… American adults are “mired in boredom” 131 days a year, says a survey sponsored by (I kid you not) Bowlero bowling alleys (https://www.studyfinds.org/no-fun-americans-mired-boredom-131-days-year/).

A boring day is defined as one which is “simply no fun at all.” Click the article if you want to see the math. Only that might be boring.

Sixty percent of the 2,000 adults surveyed said “life is just too grown-up”: what with work, raising a family, carrying out responsibilities, etc. And “entertainment”–movies, for instance, or a ball game–costs way too much. And there’s always the chance you might spend a lot of money on a boring movie. Then you’d be bored and broke.

Dude… the kingdom of Boredom is within you.

Face it–a lot of people are bored because they have no idea how not to be. They don’t know how to make their own fun. They don’t know how to be grateful for simple, necessary things that ought to please them: like food, for instance, or the beauties of nature (provided Democrats haven’t paved them over and replaced wildflowers with nail salons). They don’t understand that you can turn the nooze off whenever you want. They don’t know how to please each other: just sit around waiting for someone to please them.

From kindergarten on up, they’re spoon-fed, every day–and suddenly, when you’re too far into adulthood to turn back, the spoon-feeding stops. And you don’t know how to feed yourself.

And heck, you can always visit my blog…