Not just those quiet or two tears of being weepy, but weeping. Yesterday, and today,...last week, and last month.
I haven't done this since my brother passed, and before that many years ago when my parents passed on directly one after the other over just months. ...Environmental cancers.
My reasons for this state are much the same as yours.
These times past times my life your life our lives the world, and the awful cruel boring grim irrational routine we accept as normal.
I guess it's the accumulative effect of my near 70 years in this republic of such brutal contradictions. Now topped off near my end with our Pandemic, and our never to end race wars,...I am weary of them both.
That's all.
So I sit by my window taking in the early Summer sun.
Listen to the wind the rumble of the police choppers the unending ambulances the cops cars the yelling.
Mind you things might change a bit maybe for a while.
It's happened before may again. I don't know, and I begin not to care.
I'm holding up the best I can.
Just like everyone else.
This post is perhaps selfish.
I'll remove it in a bit.
Sidney you're not alone. I'm taking anacid tabs and other over the counter concoctions for my unhappy stomach. This provoked by the many troubles we are witnessing. Unhappiness and anxiety predictably foul up my stomach.
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ReplyDeleteSame here.
Besides everything else yeah my guts are a wreck.
Acid barfing headaches...thought it was the Virus.
No such luck.
It's just the anxiety washing over the whole damned world.
We have to hold on best we can as long as we can.
It reminds me of a passage from the Steven King Plague novel..."The Stand".
In it a general was issuing orders to all commands that they were fucked,...but that they should keep public order as long as they could.
"...Keep as much running as you can for as long as you can."
That's where we are now.