It’s still cold but warmer, and today is one of those days where I cannot get the synapses firing.
Not even our bestie, coffee, is helping.
You know when your computer is getting all glitchy because it needs to be rebooted or restarted or have a spa day or whatever it is computers need these days? That’s how I feel, like clashing information is fighting for the same space in my head.
Glitch.
Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe I’m getting a headache. Or maybe it’s the constant bombardment with some of the worst humanity has to offer, all out and in the open and proud about it.
I guess we could look at it like a hoarded house, where you get so used to looking at the bad things you don’t see them anymore, you’re careful to pick your way through on the path left through the mess.
But then you start disturbing the bottom layer and pick stuff up and everything underneath goes scurrying.
So. Much. Scurrying.
But it didn’t just get here.
It was here all the time, part of the landscape many chose to ignore while having the privilege to do so.
I’m so sorry to tell you this.
But.
This is who we are.
We can’t pretend otherwise anymore.
But we can pick up a trash bag and a broom and get to work.
Have a great Tuesday.
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