I have always enjoyed politics. Until the last four years. It has sucked the enjoyment out of not only the political process, but every other damn thing, too. At the rate things are going, I will have no family left.
Today marks 108 days since I've been inside a store that isn't a pharmacy or convenience store. COVID-19 is nowhere near over and, in fact, growing worse by the day. I won't lie; I'm jealous of people who have fearlessly been going about their lives, but at the same time, I can't help the contempt that I feel for them. For risking their lives, their families, and ours. What is it in the American psyche that makes us so devoid of compassion? Is it a failing of our upbringing or does it go back farther than that, all the way to our colonization of this country? Perhaps it's our just desserts for stealing what has never been ours to take.
For now, I'll follow what's in my heart and that is to take every precaution available to protect myself and my mother and my coworkers. It's the least I can do.
I started my first Livejournal account in 2002. Spent many years here, made friends that I'm still tight with to this day. Circumstances changed, people moved on, life grew challenging, so I left for the greener valleys of other social media.
Now, I'm back. Whether that means anything, I don't know. We'll see.