Ah. Remember that line? The Donald?
I have this desperate, innate desire to feel that everything is under control.
My control.
I desperately want to feel like I have my finger on the pulse of the world. Nobody’s going to come along and upset my apple cart. God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world, yadda, yadda. (My world, at least.)
I desperately want to feel like I know what’s going on.
Desire is the wrong word. More like, a guttural, animalistic urge.
And when this urge is unsatisfied for long enough, when there’s too much change that I hadn’t foreseen, my instinctive reaction is, What the hell is going on?
You have this same urge.
The Idiot in you says, Somebody DO something. Continue reading