Gray yet again today, and this is the November I remember. It’s warm, but there’s talk of snow later in the week.
It’s about time, really.
I’ve reached a stage where, as each new horror to be is revealed, I find myself laughing and saying, “why not?” It’s like the absolute worst improv show ever devised, in a theater you cannot leave.
Presence is mandatory.
The troupe has never learned the rules of improv, or the rules of anything, really, so “yes and,” becomes “yes but,” with all the worst this country has to offer trying to one-up one another in horribleness.
What else is it but ludicrous?
At this point, what are we to do but to square our shoulders and face the unending set without signs of an intermission?
Hope for some window heart attacks?
Well those are probably not entirely off the table, in the way these things go and looking at who is really running the republican show.
They don’t seem to be taking suggestions from the audience though. At least yet.
Looks like I may have been wrong thinking the sky didn’t come with rain. The clouds suddenly turned heavy.
I suspect we will all through a lot of phases as all this plays out, our slow march off the edge into oblivion, and what we will find there when we take the plunge. The world can be a very cold and unforgiving place, made colder and more unforgiving by certain people who, it seems, do so simply because they enjoy it.
We will not make sense of them, and it seems a foolish time waster to try.
Instead, we can do what we can do. That includes ways to mitigate and lower the stress we feel ratcheting through us. Physical activity is a good way; yesterday I went with a chunk of time with a jigsaw puzzle.
Crafting, TV and movies, video games, all of them can take us out of this particular moment, at least long enough to bring the level of stress down.
Given how far people went to “own us,” for “liberal tears,” I really don’t see any of us doing much of that. They keep making the improv “jokes” more and more obscene, more and more offensive, more and more outrageous to try to get us to notice.
But as I said on Spoutible the other day, from here on in, my personality is a shrug.
Whatever.
We can do what we can do.
Have a great Tuesday, and I hope you find just the thing to help your stress. Probably not improv though.
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