I don't know, guys.
Has this week kind of done anyone else in? Especially after all those other weeks?
I keep coming here, staring at a blank New Post page for awhile before realizing I'm completely out of words. I don't have an impassioned opinion piece or moving tribute or even some half-baked political rant in me anywhere. I just want shit to stop. All the shit. Just...could you not, shit? Anymore? Can I open a news app just one morning without having to read about more shit? Followed by a news cycle's worth of having to read some other shithead's shitty reaction/opinion/total-non-solution to the shit?
Shit, I'm tired.
I downloaded Pokemon GO on Monday morning mostly because I didn't know what else to do. At least I'm walking more?
My backyard is lousy with Rattatas. But I also discovered a half dozen raspberry bushes just beyond our fence in the backyard, loaded with ripe, delicious fruit. I had no idea. So we have a lot of raspberries now.
For the first time in their lives, my children are becoming aware of what's happening in the world. The election, in particular, is stressing them out. They overheard someone on TV discussing the wall and the ban and no amount of reassurance can fully convince them that come November, half of their classmates won't vanish in the night.
"Those are olden times bad ideas," Ezra says, "like when people couldn't sit together on the bus."
I just caught a Tauros. Sweet.
Fun fact: I used to write a fake celebrity relationship advice column in the voice of Donald Trump's Twitter account, back in the days of Mamapop. I thought he was hilariously insane at the time. This is all supremely weird to me now.
We try to only discuss the news after the kids go to bed, though. But still, you never know when someone will be sneaking out of bed and hovering at the top of the stairs while you accidentally scare the shit out of them. Shootings. More shootings. Shootings retaliating for the first shootings, or maybe a shooting because someone's off their meds or maybe because abortion or racism or gay people or ISIS or okay, now it's a fucking truck running down people watching fireworks.
But sure. Let's build a wall and argue about bathrooms some more.
There's another damn Rattata out in the cul de sac. I am ignoring it.
I don't like arguing about politics, mostly because I'm the sort of super-sensitive person who automatically starts crying whenever I experience any emotion north of apathy, so I get extra keyed up when talking about something I'm actually super passionate about. So I tend to stay quiet instead, which probably makes people assume I don't give a shit, when in fact I give ALL the shits...I'm just trying not to burst into tears in front of you or pick a Facebook fight, because Facebook fights are THE WORST, plus my tremor amps up and anything I post is going to be full of typos.
(Actual photographic depiction of every Facebook fight ever.)
They love each other. They really do. And I love you. And you. I want you to be safe, and to feel safe. Even if we disagree completely on how to best make that happen.
This is some solid advice, though. Keep your heads up, everyone.