We’re Worried

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Abstract

the flood of worry more than a perseverating, recursive loop of worried humor <i>about</i> worrying. Last month, we offered a prompt, <a href="https://readmedium.com/writing-prompt-im-worried-92fe3a473e50?sk=aa17bd88616864f3701839c1aa5b695a"><i>I’m Worried</i></a>, and got an amazing, worrying response.</p><p id="886e">The worry may still keep you up at night, staring at the ceiling, but you’ll be laughing.</p><h1 id="bec2">The “What? Me Worry?” Section</h1><h2 id="91a6">What? Me Worry? by David Martin</h2><p id="f122">At least global warming will save us from the heat death of the universe</p><h2 id="602b">What, Me Worry? In the Wee and Wee-Wee Small Hours, When I Could Be Sleeping? by Marilyn Flower</h2><p id="87a2">It isn’t the lions or tigers or bears. It’s the “Oh, my!” that gets us</p><h2 id="2da7">What? Me Worry? by Carol Lennox</h2><p id="a802">An appreciation of <i>Mad Magazine</i> and <a href="undefined">Gary Chapin</a>’s insouciance</p><h2 id="c599">How to Add New Worries to Worry About, by Binit Acharya</h2><p id="42e2">Not enough worry in your life? We’re here to help</p><h2 id="a0a3">Buy an Apple Watch or You’ll Die a Grue

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some Death, by Steven Koprince</h2><p id="5c22">If you’re not worried, you should be</p><h1 id="4a9e">The Anxiety Section</h1><h2 id="ce67">I, Anxiety, by T. Kent Jones</h2><p id="203e">Twenty-three (23!) reasons why you will never have peace of mind</p><h2 id="8f95">God Hates Us, by BOFace</h2><p id="4b2a">At last, some one is saying it!</p><h2 id="6e66">Help, I’m Trapped Under a Security Blanket and I Can’t Get Up! by Bev Potter</h2><p id="0d0f">This lead-weighted blanket is suffocating me. I feel — better?</p><h1 id="4477">WTF? Section</h1><h2 id="f6da">The Trees Are Jizzing on Me and I Can’t Breathe, by John Werth</h2><p id="e118">Why am I coughing? WHY AM I COUGHING!?!</p><h2 id="40cb">America Is Collapsing — Aw Fuck, Everyone’s Going to Die. Look at My Horse, by Hogan Torah</h2><p id="2828">The end of satire</p><p id="d629">Wouldn’t you rather be laughing? <a href="https://medium.com/muddyum">Follow MuddyUm</a>.</p><figure id="bcd9"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*7tZ3pDVmNZRZ5vud.png"><figcaption>MuddyUm brand art by <a href="undefined">David Todd McCarty</a></figcaption></figure></article></body>

Why is no one talking about this?!

I’m worried. Can you tell that I’m worried? (image PD, from the film Detour)

There’s normal worry. Like, “Oh, my God everything is going to shit!” We have no time for that. Read Jessica Wildfire — if you must — but come back to us when you need a scalding hot, humor scouring in order to feel clean again.

We at MuddyUm inhabit the Frivolous neighborhood of The Expanded Rhetorical Universe. We hold our monthly frivols, where we frivolously frivol with frivolity. We frivol in the streets. We frivol on the beaches. We will never give up. We will never surrender our frivolity! This is our gift to you.

But we’re worried. Worried that you are worried. Maybe you are worrying about us being worried? Thinking that might be the case, it occurred to us that nothing would help stem the flood of worry more than a perseverating, recursive loop of worried humor about worrying. Last month, we offered a prompt, I’m Worried, and got an amazing, worrying response.

The worry may still keep you up at night, staring at the ceiling, but you’ll be laughing.

When will the madness end?

We’re Worried

Why is no one talking about this?!

The “What? Me Worry?” Section

What? Me Worry? by David Martin

What, Me Worry? In the Wee and Wee-Wee Small Hours, When I Could Be Sleeping? by Marilyn Flower

What? Me Worry? by Carol Lennox

How to Add New Worries to Worry About, by Binit Acharya

Buy an Apple Watch or You’ll Die a Gruesome Death, by Steven Koprince

The Anxiety Section

I, Anxiety, by T. Kent Jones

God Hates Us, by BOFace

Help, I’m Trapped Under a Security Blanket and I Can’t Get Up! by Bev Potter

WTF? Section

The Trees Are Jizzing on Me and I Can’t Breathe, by John Werth

America Is Collapsing — Aw Fuck, Everyone’s Going to Die. Look at My Horse, by Hogan Torah