Lots of thoughts racing through my already congested head. Those guys need to watch it, so that there isn’t a nasty pile up. One of those thoughts is a sleek red sports car, being driven by a drunk teen boy.
This drunk teen is a gluten. He races around the other’s informing them that they need to give in and use up their food stores. He only thinks of the now, the instant gratification that his age group is famous for. The same age group that is known for thinking themselves immortal. But he can not zoom around forever, at some point the other’s will have to pull over to allow him to have the right away, or the Sheriff will come down on him. I know it can be hard, but we all know what the right thing to do is, call the cops.
With the cops called, a dangerous chase begins. Will the drunk in the sports car beat out the cop in the sedan? Will the teen crash and kill himself and others? Will the cop catch him and help him go through rehab? That one is on me. Currently the chase is still on, but the cop is inching close to the drunk.
What my really bad metaphor is leading to, is that when things become scary for us, we tend to think more about the here and now. Don’t expend all that energy just to run around blind, screaming into the wind. We have to stop, and take a breath. Things might be bad for you right now, but can it get worse. What kind of future are you heading toward, and what needs to be done right now.
In the past, my food stores were gone through with no thought of the future. I should know better, but I am still really close to being that drunk teen. Now I see SWAT peeking from around the corner, as well as the ME waiting behind them. My home is no longer guaranteed to have an income. Food and shelter is my priority. I have put a bit of food by, not as much as I would have liked, but enough that there is no fear of starving, but when should I use it all? I have thought this over and decided that as long as I have a little money, I will use my food stores carefully, putting that drunk in jail, with a chance of being ORed out.