Go Ahead And Panic

Me, age 2, trying not to panic.

In the ninth month of 2020, a madman was our president and we worried he might be for four more years, there was a global pandemic, not everyone believed in said global pandemic, there was rioting across the country, the housing market and economy in general looked set to tank at any moment, I was worried about dying, I was worried about not dying, and I couldn’t lose the 12 pounds I’ve been trying to take off for the last 3 years. In this ninth month, a friend of mine told me not to panic.

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