Hazard signs are leopards that never change their spots. The warning will always be lively valid, but the reason for the warning are seasonal byproducts like a 99 cent bacon cheese burger at Carls Jr to a gluttonous consumer with a depreciated pulmonary artery who then joins Jenny Craig to stay alive. Like the fashion industry, it’s not about the now, it’s about the next. The inevitable could come and something really really bad could happen, or not. Between the comma and the conjunction of the last sentence, the events can span from anything to any period of time. Living in a society that tries to achieve optimal use of resources, worrying only contradicts the latter clause.
In no particular order, reasons not to worry so much:
MARTIAL LAW. I was seven when they declared Martial Law in LA because of the Rodney King Riots in 1992. I was not black or white, didn’t drive a truck, and I was not scared shitless because of Charles Bronson and Chuck Norris. My dad’s weekend flicks were a passive course in BEING BADASS 101. I distinctly remember a military tank escorting a long line of cars behind my dad’s 1989 toyota corolla on Vermont Ave and Santa Monica.
CRITICS W/PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS. Fear Mongers and the conspiracy minded are conditionally dismissed for their radical ideas and conservative nutbags with an urge to bomb everything are microscopically monitored by the media and the public to the point of slowing them down until their plans of absurd domination dissipate to a cleanable, but lengthy hot mess. The status quo is restored and moderation rules- eventually.
GUNS. All else fails, BITCH PLEASE.
THE HUMAN BRAIN. Mankind’s ability to rationalize everything. You don’t like what you hear, well use your trusty pal- the REBUTTAL like a shapeshifter in a superhero comic book. Seriously, anything is possible.
DARWIN. You get introduced to the social deviations of evolution in middle school. Let’s just say that the Young TI Jeans and Bell Jars of the world are at a disadvantage. In the meantime, I’ll be the happy person in my bunker chilling out to some Soylent Green (assuming I get pass the ingredients). Which leads me to the next item on the list . . .
I am not a Buddhist.
