I don’t usually use sports analogies like ’rounding the bases’.
I’m not a sports person. The only sports I’ve ever cared about were sports where one of my kids was playing.
Two jobs ago, I was forced to wear business casual to work. Except on Fridays, during football season. You could wear jeans, but you had a sport a shirt supporting a team.
So, I got a t-shirt that said “Go local professional and/or college sports team.”
I was told it didn’t count. But I wore it anyway. Every Friday.
But I digress.
We are rounding the bases.
The election is weeks away and matters so very fucking much.
It’s hard to not be terrified every single second of every day. Oh, and about COVID. Also, terrifying,
These are trying times, my friends.
Talk to your people. Encourage people to vote. We are literally in a fight for our lives.
It’s hard to not be scared all the time. I feel like I’m in a dark pit all the time. And I know I am not alone.
But then I realized something.
Those bananas on the counter that went over a few days ago? They are providing a safe haven for dozens of fruit flies.
So, you know, I’m blessed.
I’m not sleeping well.
I say this from a perspective of someone who has been an insomniac around 17 years.
I wake up and spend literal hours with words running through my head which is because I play way too much Words with Friends and the boggle game on my phone. It’s the boggle game, you guys. My brain insists on waking me up and saying, “Okay, how many words end in “uffed”?”
OMG no. Please. Please don’t do this. Do not, under any circumstances, consider “ulled” or “umped”. Just no.
But then I do.
Fruit flies aside, I do try to acknowledge all my wins.
I’m working from home again. I took a risk and it paid off. I am grateful for that.
I’ve also had some super satisfying work days. I learned something new and I’m kicking it in the ass. I am definitely not an old dog yet, because I can still learn new tricks.
I really do have to get on a more regular shower schedule though, because damn.
So, I’ve really been trying to keep my sense of humor. I really have. If I think of something funny, I’ll tweet it. I mean, it might only be funny to me, but I’ll still tweet it.
I’m not complaining or anything here, but y’all, there are so many people who either explain jokes or take them seriously. Holy shit. May the deity of your choice continue to shine upon humans who take jokes seriously.
On Sunday, which is a weird fucking day because I was up almost all night last night.
Anyway, on Sunday, I tweeted “My family coat of arms is two plastic forks crossed over a used paper plate.”
And someone’s response was “I hope recycling is part of your family tradition.”
So, what they were saying was “You irresponsible bitch. You use disposable cutlery and plates? You are killing the planet. You are ruining the world for everyone. I hate you. I hope you get herpes.”
Obviously, I am paraphrasing here. I can’t know exactly what they meant, but I’m pretty sure I am in the ballpark.
It was a fucking joke. Holy shit.
Also, I could probably do a whole lot better with the whole “recycling” thing.
Either way, it feels like so many of us are looking for reasons to lash out.
Do you know what that gets us?
Dick. And not in the good way.
Nothing. It gets us nothing.
We have to take care of each other. We have to give each other to learn and grow. And sometimes things are just funny. Don’t forget to laugh.
And don’t forget to vote.
For all that is holy. We must all vote.