Start worrying

In an article I read over the weekend, the author was trying to make sense of her pessimism. Why, she wondered, her glass was always half-empty.

Among other things, she thought that it had something to do with the fact that she came from a family of East European Jews who immigrated to the United States after escaping from a Nazi concentration camp in Poland. They were never able to quite shake off the experience (not that one can blame them). They were always prepared for the worst, always ready for live the screw things up for them just any minute now. Rather than trying to get rid of their worries, however, they embraced them. And turned pessimism into a life-credo. Her family’s favorite joke:

Jewish Telegram:
Start worrying. Details to follow.

Have a great week y’all.