Off and on since early this morning, I’ve been putting together a post that was intended to be fun with photos and commentary. Then I read an article in which hate, once again, will be affirmed and rejoiced over by those who hate.
Everybody who tells me that NO, THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN, please stop. It’s been happening, is still happening, and will get worse. You can close your eyes and ears and mind, but you can never gaslight me into believing I don’t see and hear and recognize the cold, hard evidence presented every day.
So I don’t feel like being funny. I will take a moment to recognize that my forever Muse would be eighty were he still alive today. In his honor, I’ll go back to the world sprung from my imagination, where hate will never win.
This is why so many people whom I know avoid the news like the plague. I’m not saying that burying one’s head in the sand is the answer, but I do think it’s understandable.
I understand it, too, and believe they rightfully have the choice, it’s just not my nature.
It’s frustrating, because I play my morning games (in hopes that they help maintain my mental acuity, plus Jim, Tim, and I all play and compare our scores, providing a social/fun function, too) out of my daily news feed, so the news is right in front of me. I’ve been keeping up with the news since the 1970s. I’m not sure I could break the habit even if I wanted to.
I’d also have to avoid the already limited social media I like and never read the posts of friends I follow there, which would cut me off not only from accounts I enjoy (related to animals and nature and art and music, for example), but from people I can’t see in person (mostly because of distance).
I could isolate here in the sanctuary and disconnect from everything and everyone completely, in which case, I’m sure my mental and physical health would rapidly decline and I’d die sooner, but that’s not my goal.
Plus, generally, people who tell me I’m wrong and paranoid can ignore all that because they have jobs and busy lives to keep them preoccupied and uninformed, or they only access information that doesn’t rattle or challenge them. I’m retired. I create (writing or crafting), mostly solitary endeavors, and the things I most enjoy aren’t things that keep me from having to think and question, but things that encourage me to think and question.
I could adopt the ignorance is bliss attitude, but it would defy a lifetime of learning and embracing new ideas and also limit the conversations I have with my family and the people in my life who don’t embrace that attitude. Finally, however compassion and empathy were built into me, they prevent me from being able to blithely think, “Me and mine are okay, so let the world burn!” And, in fact, me and mine would NOT be okay, because I don’t confine my life only to people who are just like me, which would bore me to death.
Inevitably, it all ends in death anyway, but I want a life I enjoy until that happens. And I don’t want to be told I’m crazy when I’m neither crazy nor ignorant.
My mouse is running out of power! That’s a signal to back away from the computer I can’t ignore, lol.
I have only until yesterday stopped reading the news, especially the BBC and Guardian. I had a migraine and was in bed sleeping it off until around 2:30 pm! How do those two together? I had one dream of a footballer and another involving a guy with long straight gel-shiny black hair with mirror shades that transition to clear towards the bottom. Also, he was wearing 70’s white crape button down shirt. He just walked into me in my bathroom and I instantly pushed him into the wall! I have no idea why. But that footballer was on a train carriage with a giant ‘K’ on the door. That carriage had four cabins with an airport styled (?) chocolate boutique in the middle. My cabin was in the corner opposite the chocolate factory and near a shared turquoise shower and toilet. He was behind me, but I never saw him again. I went to the Guardian to look for the premier or world cup to see if I could find a match (thus breaking my no more news) but I went back to sleep again to nurse my headache.
I hope your headache is better soon, and I well know the madness of headache dreams! I got a full night’s sleep last night and still had some crazy dreams, but they weren’t scary, just very strange.
Dreams…
At least dream chocolate won’t escalate blood sugar or pack on calories, right?