Felix Randall O’Gorman (universally known as Frog) had gone way past wondering about whether he was worrying about the right things. He was now in the vortex of worrying about whether he was worrying about enough things.
Every day the list grew exponentially as he read news sites and studied social media. War, disease, environmental catastrophes, world poverty and the Internet of Things provided a cornucopia of concern.
He believed that if he worried about something that would prove he was still a caring human and he never wanted to be heartlessly immune to the suffering in the world. He also believed that if he worried about something then that would help solve the problem, in some organic (if not magical) way that was beyond his understanding.
Sometimes he thought about writing to someone who might be able to do something or joining a protest march but he’d decided that would consume too much of his time and that expressing his concern on social media was quicker. Except that posting was consuming almost all of his time now and in the meantime hundreds of new things to worry about were accumulating in his Inbox.
During his evening bath, Frog couldn’t help thinking that the bath water was getting a little hotter each night but he dismissed that as just one more effect of global warming and he decided that there were more important issues to focus on.
One night in the bath, somewhere between worrying about what impact the Queen’s eventual death would have and whether he was brushing his teeth correctly, Frog boiled in his vale of woes.
The Coroner decided on death my misadventure, due to Frog failing to follow the maintenance schedule on his hot water system.
Nobody posted about it.