Why is the title of today’s blog post “Why?”
In therapy, people often ask “Why?” Why did this happen to me? Why does this person act this way? Why do bad things happen when I start feeling better?
I also ask “Why?” Why do wonderful people have so much trouble accepting compliments? Why do so many people keep supporting Donald Trump (aka “The Former Guy” or “TFG”)? Why do narcissistic billionaires control so many resources? And, most recently, why is my BNP (often a measurement of heart failure) so friggin’ high?
Many of those questions are unanswerable. I’m hoping for an answer to my last question when I get an echocardiogram later today at the hospital.
Why am I sharing these images?
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Why is there a Braham Pie Day when I don’t even know what that is? And why did I read it as Graham Pie Day at first when I don’t even know what that is, either?
Why do I assume I’ll find something worth sharing when I search YouTube for “Why?”
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Why do I end every blog post the same way? Because I’m always grateful to you.
there is often no logical reason why, but simply the way life ebbs and flows. doesn’t make it any easier though, knowing that. good luck today with your results.
Thank you, as always, beth.
Plain cheese pizza will always make me happy, Ann.
Your answers make me happy, Mark.
Sending positive vibes for your echocardiogram!
They worked, Debbie!
I can imagine TFG wondering why he is being indicted, because everybody knows (because he’s told them) he never did anything wrong. Which is why some of his followers still follow, I guess. But others just see him as badass.
Thanks for this wise answer about whys, Barbara.
There’s a local pizza place that’s my favorite. Local places, I think, are always better because they have to stand out and appeal to a smaller number of people. TFG is a cheap fast food chain.
Thanks for another stand-out comment, my friend.