“It’s something that happen with Cold Wars and that happens with countries and dominoes.”
“Like if the USA was a domino and they gave up war it would fall and then other countries would fall because they were in war with the US.”
Or as i like to define it: When one fifth grade boy begins to sulk and i do not pay attention to them, thus rendering them further helpless, other fifth grade boys will join in. Soon you have a class of sulky fifth grade boys with problems ranging from “but i been saying i don’t go with her and she been writing my name on her folder” to “man them tacos just ain’t done right!”
For my mood, simply reference the poem i wrote about January. For my optimism, see Judy Garland’s “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I am fine. My life is better than it’s been….ever? Seriously. I say that seriously.
