yeah okay.
I get it. It's terrible out there. It is less terrible in here, despite the terribleness of here.
And yet, I am still wanting to be there instead of here.
Swapping badness. What's the point, really?
Also maybe try being less wordy.
When the jingles for tomorrow strike, I will make it a point to write them down. Or sing them into my phone only to never listen to them ever again. That's fun. Collect your moments of greatness.
On my drive home from picking up groceries, I saw a full blown little league game going on, with crowds in the bleachers and groups of parents hanging around the fence. No one had on a mask. Other friends are talking about a moms' night out before school "starts" on facebook and I am thinking WELL IT WAS NICE BEING FRIENDS BYE NOW because I most certainly can not let my child interact with yours anytime soon. Keeping the bubble tight. Doing bubble kegels, if you will. There's just too much on the line and I'm not willing to risk people's lives for the sake of.... what? Capitalism, you dumb fucks.
Living in an economy instead of a society is fucking bullshit and we should all be burning this country to the ground and starting over. I chose a great time to re-read the Parable of the Sower is all that I am saying.
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