Lately, I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night unable to get back to sleep. What the hell is wrong?
The polls in the United States, the week before Election Day, are indicating that fear, anger, and short-term reactivity can too often win out over long-term context and reasoning. What the hell is wrong?
There is evidence everywhere about the devastating effects of climate change, but individuals and governments are not focusing on working together to mitigate this. What the hell is wrong?
Other countries in the world have instituted effective solutions to the issue of gun violence and yet the USA is unable to follow suit despite the unassailable data about this. What the hell is wrong?
Speaking of unassailable data, so many people are swayed more by conspiracy theories and lies than by data and facts. What the hell is wrong?
In the last week, every time I check my Twitter account, I’ve lost more followers. What the hell is wrong?
In the last month, because of intermittent problems starting my yellow Honda Fit, I’ve replaced the key battery, the car battery, AND the alternator, and now my mechanic says I need a new starter. What the hell is wrong?
I apparently have redirected my anxiety about all the above (and other things I can’t control) to obsessing about trivial decisions related to our shower repair and remodel. What the hell is wrong?
I help others develop effective coping strategies to manage stress and yet I often have trouble practicing what I preach. What the hell is wrong?
What the hell is wrong with my images for today?
What the hell is wrong with men making dinner most days? As you can see from my husband Michael’s latest delicious concoction …
… nothing is wrong with that.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “what the hell is wrong?”
What the hell is wrong with asking for comments about this what-the-hell-is-wrong post?
What the hell is wrong with my expressing gratitude for all those who help me create this daily blog, including YOU?
I see absolutely nothing wrong with your images today or any day. what the hell is wrong is a construct we devise to make sense of things out of our control, at least as I see it. I can’t tell you how many times I utter that to myself or others. and it gives me a feeling of not letting the craziness go unnoticed and that gives me a feeling of having a tiny bit of power over it just by calling it out