Thank goodness for adult diapers, as I have been losing control lately. Sorry as that was a poor attempt at humor, but it seems like the older I get, the less control I have over my life. I enjoy being in control, but life has it way of interfering with what I want. Other than being required to pay taxes and the fact that I will die one day, there are no certainties in life. I should be able to control what I eat, but sometimes I may decide to eat stuff that makes my blood sugar spike. I can control what I watch on TV, as long as the cable company cooperates and there are no power failures. I should be able to do whatever I want any time I want to do it, but that is not the case. I could get sick and be taken to the hospital where they might stick probes inside of me and I would have no control over that.
Written for Fandango’s Provocative Question #40 which asks “How much control do you believe you have over your own life?”