with each passing day, i become more concerned.
i struggle to keep concern from turning into full-blown worry.
i battle worry for fear the object of my worry will materialize.
see, the thing is:
i don’t care any more.
it’s alarming how i don’t care any more.
am i losing my ability to empathize if
i’m not brought to my knees with shared, imagined pain?
have i lost all self-respect if
i don’t flare into full-blown despair in response to criticism?
has my dignity completely disappeared if
i don’t get angry?
what’s wrong with me?
have i succumbed to acedia?
are my hormones drying up?
is it time to set aside concern and move into out-and-out worry?
wait just a minute . . .
what if it’s something as simple as,
could it be that i’m just developing