It's interesting to me... whenever bad things happen in my life, I'm not one to stop and think or say, "Why me?" I don't even question it. But whenever anything good happens in my life, I unfailingly think, and often say, "Why me?" As if I'm undeserving or unworthy. As if being deserving or worthy has anything to do with it. Sometimes bad shit happens. Sometimes good shit happens. Sometimes neutral shit happens.
Still, I'll wish and hope and work for something good and when it comes to fruition I'm always a bit startled. What is that in me? Oh, I know, it's probably a bi-product of my early environment, but I'm old enough now to know better.
It's just friggin' weird.
That's what I'm thinking about today.