I have a story about this title, “It’s Bad You Know”. I’ll tell you at the end.
I just sat out on my front porch and watched the neighbor across the street catch his indoor kitty who had gotten outside while carrying a gallon milk. The neighbor, not the cat. I am assuming he just got back from the store. He doesn’t seem the type to just carry around a gallon of milk as a matter of course. Again, the neighbor, not the cat. The cat totally looks the type to lug around a gallon of milk.
Anyway, I am relieved to report his success in getting both the cat and the milk indoors
Watching was stressful.
I can’t take anymore stress. For fuck’s sake, the cat/milk drama was almost enough for me to reach for a xanax.
But I dialed the stress back in.
It’s just that it’s really bad now.
Like I’ve been saying. For years.
I knew that it would be bloody and violent. I knew that he would activate the worst of us and people would die. More people will die. I don’t even want to think about what the country will look like a few months from now.
But even that doesn’t compare to the goddamn horror that hundreds of thousands of us are dead from this virus. He lied. His lies cost tens of thousands of lives.
I knew it was going to be super bad, but fuck.
I didn’t know there’d be a goddamn pandemic.
He’s going to collapse in a big bad way. Whatever you are afraid of right now? You’re probably underestimating.
Which is really grim. I know. But this was going to happen no matter what. We can’t make it not happen.
I also believe with every part of me that we will win.
Even if they steal the election, we will win. We aren’t a handful of people. Light vanquishes dark. I refuse to give up my faith in humans. Too many of us care to not make a difference.
Buckle up and hang on. This cold and flu season is going to be wild as fuck.
Find reasons to laugh. Make art. Appreciate life. We’re going to need all the good we can get.
Okay, about the title.
I sat outside and watched the neighbor chasing his cat and I stressed out. He got in okay and I sat there and thought about how fucking shitty it is to be this fucking stressed all the time. I mean, that I was at the point of tears because I was worried about his cat.
So, I decided to come back in and talk to y’all about it.
But I couldn’t think of a title.
It’s really hard for me to write anything without a title. Even if it changes, something has to be there or I am out of sorts. But I wanted to get the cat story written down before I forgot it. I thought, I’ll open up WordPress and a title will come to me.
Then, I opened up WordPress and I realized the Spotify playlist was playing this song. It’s bad you know.
Oh. Yeah. That fucking works.
I hope you all are staying safe.