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.
