"You're safe from the weight of the world.”

I googled “fun” the other day. “…what provides amusement or enjoyment.” That’s what it means. I am currently opening a restaurant that’s providing zero amusement or enjoyment. 

But one is a stranger, a woman she notices while she sits on a bench, gathering herself. It’s a type of woman she has never seen before, because there are no old women in Barbieland. When Barbie looks at her, she finds her beautiful and tells her so. The woman already knows. Suddenly Barbie, the fraught aspirational figure, has beheld someone she might aspire to be, and it is a radiantly content nonagenarian, reading a newspaper on a Los Angeles bench, who knows what she’s worth.

Is there a name for that thing where you’re afraid of something good happening ‘cause you think something bad’s gonna happen? I don’t know. Life?