Why Do I Care

 There appears to be so many things to care about in this world. I do not know why I even care the slightest about some of them. Others, it would seem, make sense to care about. But the rest? No, it doesn't make sense to me at all; and yet I still care about them. Why is that. I wish I could say I cared less than I actually do, but I suppose that's the point of it all isn't it. Caring.

Life is too much to handle right now. It's up there with gas prices, and the price of fast food. Just too much and nothing to do about it. You either pay out, or you starve. There's no other possibility to it. That's what this life does to a person.

Many things come up as questions that don't serve a purpose or have an answer. To those things which don't have an answer I say this. Forget it. Forget you. There's no reason you don't have an answer except for the fact that you just don't want to answer. That's all there is to it.