Nothingness

There's a reason dogs are made without pockets:  owning nothing gives you nothing to carry, and having nothing to carry gives you less to worry about. 

People are peculiar.  They will sacrifice their health to make money, only to turn around and spend all that money trying to get themselves healthy.  They stress about the future so much they sacrifice enjoying the present, the end result being they live in neither the future or the present.  They live like they are never going to die, and then die never having really lived.  


She is a worrier; if worrying paid well, it might have some benefit.  But I don't see it.  I know I don't have much control over anything, and, to be honest, it's a relief to let someone else carry the ball.  Or the bone.  


When I stand at the door of the office for the umpteenth time during the day, staring back at her, does she really think I have to pee?