That’s it. That’s my wisdom for the day. Don’t be an idiot.
Wear a mask. Wash your hands. Don’t cough on people. Don’t call the police on black people because you feel irrationally angry about patio licenses or lemonade stand permits or their general existence in space.
Don’t make pronouncements about who is which particular gender in conflict with that own person’s identity. Don’t become the bathroom police.
Don’t think that other people’s lives are any of your business. Don’t turn a blind eye to the abuse of others. Don’t assume that if it doesn’t affect you it doesn’t matter.
Don’t act like you are the only person on the planet or the most important person on the planet. You are neither of those things.
Don’t be a jerk.
And with that, I wish you an idiocy-free Wednesday.
It’s a rainy day with a golden light at the horizon, and you know I love to write on a rainy day. Though no fiction for me today.
Nope, deep, serious thoughts about deep, serious things. Fueled by coffee with my Chobani creamer, which is utterly yummy.
Yesterday was groceries, so many groceries, a heavy cart filled for me and my parents. Everything is more expensive. Absolutely everything.
To be honest, we’re all just kind of whistling in the dark, a very odd phrase you know I’m going to look up for the origins. Hmm, no real answer on the origins, but a lot of sites have the meaning of the phrase wrong, saying it means being sure of something you’re wrong about.
Whistling in the dark is pretending to be brave when you’re not; pretending to be optimistic when it doesn’t look good.
A woman came up to me and said “I’d like to poison your mind With wrong ideas that appeal to you Though I am not unkind”
That feels painfully appropriate, I’d say. Anyway, as the gold in the sky fades to rain, I’m going to get some stuff done. Have a good Friday and a good weekend, and if you’re going to whistle, make it a good tune.
It’s Tuesday, in case you hadn’t noticed or lost track, and I am not full of ideas. That does happen. Lately, more often than not.
I had a spider on the handle of my window this morning, it was clearly trying to find its way back out, and I obliged it, trapping it in a little cup, and then putting it in the widow frame. And like it knew what was happening, it walked to freedom.
There are a ton of people outside on this sunny day with fluffy bursts of clouds, the sky at least a dozen shades of blue. You’d think it was a normal day in early summer, not the middle of a pandemic, not life under a fascist.
Humans are adapatable.
Or maybe really really adept at denial. I largely think it’s the second one.
I didn’t finish my coffee this morning, I probably should have, alas. I could always heat it. Or pretend it’s iced and it’s supposed to be cold.
Anyway, I’m off into the great yonder of Tuesday. Have a great day, as long as it’s grounded in reality.