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I don’t have an answer for that one either. But once upon a time, I knew what I have forgotten. It was a lot easier when I knew everything when I was twenty-two. I knew if I lost my job another one would open up like that magic door Aladdin found. If I got sick, I knew I would feel better in the morning, my feet wouldn’t hurt when I woke and my breakfast would be welcome in my tummy. I knew it. Now, not so much.

I don’t know where I’m gonna go, don’t know what I’m gonna do, and because I’m not certain of much of anything, I don’t really care more than a cursory glance at the options and consequences.