Sophisticated Worrying

Just came up with that concept out of thin air. Sophisticated worrying. Define it as worrying that is so worried that it can't be bothered with worry.

Sophisticated worrying accepts the worst possible scenario as the most likely one. Reminds me of my old take on the potential for nuclear annihilation and the end of the world. It would be an honor to be there for the end, though I preferred not to see it.

I have a lot of sophisticated worry for America, for New York City, New York State, Ulster County, and New Paltz. Take the last first. New Paltz appears to be in a xombie time. It's as though World War Z raced through here and no one noticed because xombie time doesn't allow time to notice. Small preoccupations dominate and crowd out anything important. The little luxuries of small beer life, a haughty remove from serious ideas, despising anyone who has any, and no interest in thinking clearly, about anything, clear the table for the feast of mediocrity.

The standards required are rigorous: Strict cultural illiteracy, spiritual flatness, quirky attitudinizing. Sounds like teenage girls, and that makes sense. Girls are in. Of the highest importance. Boys are bad, like their fathers, unless the fathers act like teenage girls.

Sophisticated worrying. About New Paltz. Not the physical place, but the now acultural, illiterate place.