Friday, November 27, 2015
The Worry of Worry
When Cindy proposed a bike trip
through Southern Indiana, Rentz
promised to think about it.
He did. Initially. Then only of the
possible dangers. From here he
branched out to local and national
and international dangers.
In short, he worried.
When she finally called, he told her
to get lost--somewhat more politely
than that.
He couldn't afford risk-takers in his life.
Which was hostile and worrisome enough.
He became Worry. In fact, if there were
a Mount Olympus in Muncie, he'd be God
of Worry.
Friends peeled away, and he got fired for
warning all his fellow employees by
preaching the hedges against disaster
learned from talk radio, including gold
and dried food.
He worries 24-7 as best he can. Though
afraid to go to sleep, he does drop off
to nightmares.
Armageddon will begin in Muncie, his
website promises.
Readers chime in, offering their own towns.
And lives worse.
Labels: Armageddon, bike, danger, Indiana, Muncie, Olympus, pathology, risk-taker, Talk Radio, worry
