Feeling hopeless

This is my letter to all my fellow countrymen.

  You have an influence that I have no control over. This is a fact that is especially loud when raising children. It’s not just about day to day encounters with others. It’s also about who, we as a people, elect as leaders.

  I grew up in the 90s and early 2000s. I remember political campaign ads. I remember seeing the debates and speeches. I remember the yard signs and bumper stickers. None of these things were upsetting as a child.

  Do you know what my kids have seen since the Trump era began? They’ve seen a president make fun of special needs individuals. They’ve seen a president become a felon and run for reelection. They’ve seen yard signs, flags, bumper stickers, and shirts that say, “Fuck your feelings,” and, “Fuck Biden.”

    There’s even more disturbing things they haven’t seen. I can only prevent them from seeing, so much. Especially when it’s bumper stickers, window decals, yard signs, and flags.

  I’d like you to think of our country through the eyes of a child this election. Please show my son that this country is full of people who care about others and their rights. Please show my daughter that it’s about having the right resume for the job, and not the right genitals. Please show the children of our country that we care about funding their schools. Please show the children of our country that we don’t want them to be hungry. Please show the children of our country that we care about the earth we are leaving for them.

  Thank you for listening.

-One parent in America

Becoming an adult has made it increasingly clear that not everyone has the ability to see things on a scale bigger than their hand.

Not everyone understands that karma is not a magical force that pushes assholes in front of cars.

There is a gigantic lack of reasoning and critical thinking skills in the adult population.

The scale is global. Karma is the impact we create for ourselves and others. Reasoning and critical thinking are skills necessary to create a harmonious society.

When greed creates society, a hierarchy of suffering is created. The top thrives while the bottom dies. Until eventually, the chaos comes full circle.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, and it wasn’t destroyed in one either.

Half of my brain is every character ever played by Chris Farley

The other half is a well organized, extremely clean and tidy, perfectionist.

Both are tired.

I foster a frustrating sympathy towards the devastating messes that he keeps,

everywhere, on every surface…

Because of how he, attained, the ability to live so deeply inside his head that he can ignore the space around him.

I like making lists

Sometimes I want to make a list of all the damaging

And wrong

And backwards

And hurtful

And misguided

And incorrect

And horrible

things I was taught, specifically by

leaders

in the christian community.

But then

I get overwhelmed just thinking about how long that list would be.

Alrighty

Calling all generation X and the millennials:

If you can’t get gramma and grampa to vote for a non-white or non-testied, it’s time to lock the door from the outside when we vote.

If this upsets you, the vote probably won’t effect your life, and/or you’re voluntarily ignorant.

Harris 2024, or worsened fascism.

I came from women who held their pain behind their teeth,

women who shelved resentment on their collarbones,

women who used their anger to scrub the floors.

Those women paved my way,

and I won’t take it for granted.

Today I’d like to live in a hole in the dirt like a snake, or a mole, or a worm.

There’s so much to do with so little help and so much expectation.

I don’t even want to take a vacation because I have to fucking plan it.

When taking a break means sitting at home but home has even more unfinished tasks than work, I want to run away.

I get why women run away.

I tell her it’s going to be okay

I tell her it’s going to be okay

I tell her it’s going to be okay

I tell her it’s going to be okay

Someone tell me it’s going to

Be okay