It’s all over the news. Have you seen it? It’s so incredible and it hasn’t happened in almost five years. Sadly, nobody talks about it or looks any different than they did yesterday. But secretly, I want to walk up to them and ask if they are ok. Ask if they are safe. Ask if there is anything I can do to console them.

It’s sad really. And it’s something that affects so many people and I just worry about how it will all play out.

And then I drive by the gas station and I can’t believe my eyes. Really? Is that right or are they advertising a piece of gum? Wow. Really? I immediately veer to the right lane, spilling my coffee and creating honks all over the place. But I don’t care about the spilled coffee or the bad news or the honks and fingers that are directed soley at me. I am the cause. I am responsible for pissing off no less than 6 cars because I can’t get over fast enough. I can’t pull in fast enough.

$2.89.

It’s worth every penny. I wipe the sleep from my eyes to make sure it’s for real. I stop the car and peer at the pump… glare….. confirm…… and now I’m confused. I am not an economist. I don’t understand this. I will go online and look for a reason for this. Are they related? Does anyone know? Please help me with this.

With such bad news…how is this possible? 600 points down..it’s the Market’s most severe drop in over 5 years… people scrambling to move the GREEN to avoid the RED…. and gas prices drop. Many people are devastated, yet I am elated. Perhaps I am not a ‘Big Picture’ person at all and I am a day to day…paycheck to paycheck…. moment to moment person. And this thought depresses me because I WANT to be devastated by the stock market plunge. But I find myself still glaring at the pump, and I think that I must not only be the most attention deficit person you’ll ever meet, but probably also the most contemplative. I am THAT person that will hold up the entire line at the pumps because I am lost in my own world and so paralyzed with my own neurotic thought process. And for those ever behind me- I am truly sorry! But it fascinates me that I want to be a person who can be devastated and yet I revel in the fact that I know I am not.

It’s funny to me, that I am a relatively intelligent person and also one of the most attention deficit individuals you will ever meet in your life. I am use to hearing my friends and co-workers saying, “and I lost you….” as I look over their shoulder at something much more bright and shiny. I try to focus. I try to sustain my attention long enough to finish a conversation. And if someone actually called me to explain why, when the stock market crashed, gas prices fell over 25 cents a gallon. I would probably be so happy and focused for all of…….20 seconds before wondering why I couldn’t think of it on my own and what I could with that extra $12 I saved.

I am a tortured soul, really. But it’s a soul worth saving because I believe it to be not only original, but one that sustains and thrives on those complexities. I secretly hope that I am not the only one who finds them endearing, which as it turns out, is my own personal newsflash.