I am going to remove myself from this post and watch myself type from a distance because I don't want to be affiliated with whatever comes from the mind of this mad man. So I'll just let him take it from here.
Thank you for the introduction kind sir. I'll wake you when I'm finished. But we both know I am never truly finished; there are not enough words in human language that could contain or begin to convey the things that run through my tiny brain. So this will just be another futile attempt to simply scratch the surface. Buckle in because non of this will make any sense.... or will it?
2020 has been an unprecedented year to say the least. It has been interesting. It is still kind of surreal to walk around and see people wearing masks everywhere you go. Its like something out of a Phillip K. Dick novel. Hand shakes have become weird, college applications and standards have changed, NBA basketball is being played in a bubble, substance abuse and domestic violence is on the rise, people are standing during the national anthem (or are they kneeling, I forget?), black martyrs, social unrest, economic discourse, Joe Exotic got arrested, the list goes on. Oh and its election year to boot. I just realized where I want to go with this rant. Rant is a harsh word, lets call it a collection of disjointed thoughts and ramblings of a man that is close to his whit's end. Nope, I can't even be concise enough to call this a rant.
My life is so upside down and sideways I don't know whether to drool incoherently clutching a bottle of whisky or go streaking while screaming Black Lives Matter. Neither of which are far from actually happening. I mean come on, something has to give. You can't expect people to be holed up in their homes with their KIDS AND SPOUSE all day everyday trying to decipher this godforsaken remote learning which alone would drive a person mad, listening to a president who says god knows what just burping up thoughts on tweeter, while all white people are trying to find out if they are racist or not, while eyeballing someone who's mask is slightly below their nose determining if they are actually 6 feet from you. It is madness! Don't get it twisted I love my wife and kids, but come on, not that much. I'm not trying to see them 24/7 365. If you're thinking to yourself that's a fucked up thing to say, fuck you kill yourself because you think the same but I'm saying it, so a thank you is in order. Your welcome. So the question becomes how do we maintain some semblance of sanity during these apocalyptic times? Well don't look at me, I don't have the answer, or do I...? Of course not, don't be ridiculous. I will say this though, during these very trying times we are getting an up close and personal look at our humanity that I think we would otherwise miss if not for the calamity we call the new norm. Isolation can remind us that we are social beings deep down despite all the shit we talk about him or her. It is human interaction that keeps us civil and not the other way around. So when I feel the walls starting to close in, I picture myself in a fighting hole staring down the sites of my M16 in bum fuck Egypt all alone and it helps me to put things back into perspective and realize that I wouldn't change this madness for one second of that lonesomeness. So embrace it people, it could be worse. Embrace it before we return to our mindless day to day that we refer to as the norm.
Stay Salty
Peaces and Creases
TBN Out
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