I worry that drugs have forced us to be more creative than we really are.
I worry that humanity has been "advanced" to its present level of incompetency because evolution works on the Peter Principle.
I worry that our lives are like soap operas. We can go for months and not tune in to them, then six months later we look in and the same stuff is still going on.
I even worry about reflective flea collars. Oh, sure, drivers can see them glow in the dark, but so can the fleas.
