Thinking deeply…

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We’ve arrived.  Or have we?

A new year which, like most turns of the yearly calendar, brings the hope of change, especially if we’re looking back on the negatives of the previous twelve months.

Sadly, lives are still being impacted by the conveyor belt of virus variants that roll along.  In some twisted way, the entire situation reminds me of that I Love Lucy episode in the candy factory.  Funny then but, now, as our government has about as much control where this ongoing pandemic is concerned as Lucy and Ethel did managing the chocolate…it borders on being pathetic.

People both vaxxed and boosted are getting slammed with the Omicron variant.  But (gotta focus on the “buts” here) being vaccinated makes getting infected sooooo much less worse!  Correct?  Well, let me throw this out, boys and girls…antibodies!!  Why hasn’t antibody testing been put in the forefront of the medical field before people line up for booster after booster?  I’m curious to learn if those getting through an initial bout of COVID-19 have a higher level of antibodies than those who have had multiple injections and…have COVID survivors fallen victim to the parade of variants that keep emerging?  Deep thoughts here and I’m anxious to hear some feedback.  Someone, anyone?  Ferris Bueller?

A reminder here that, since this is MY space on the global network highway, I maintain the right to speak my mind.  I focus on a great deal of sarcasm to help override any deep thoughts which might make my writing less interesting.  And, of course, anyone reading what I share can simply move on, taking my “thanks for stopping by!” 

That being stated, I’m moving on to a few things which have irked the hell out of me, no, make that…pissed me off!  I’ll start with the hierarchy of our country, President Howdy Doody and his second, Vice President Minnie HaHa.  Names have been changed to bombard the guilty.

At the height of his campaign, President Doody claimed that “he would bring an end to the virus” as he threw snowballs into the fires of Hell.  Now, the man advises everyone to “learn to live with it.”  The thought process (make that thought-less) of this man ranges from maddening to terrifying and drops down to piteous.  But, hey, ya’ll disliked The Donald, and I respect your opinions, but…holy crap…how are you sleeping at night with President Doody driving the bus?

On a much angrier note, Vice President HaHa had the audacity to compare the January 6, 2021 Capitol Riots to the historical, monumental and tragic events of Pearl Harbor and 9/11.  This woman epitomizes the cruelest of jokes where political representation is concerned and should get the Nobel Idiot Prize for her constant displays of illiteracy and ignorance. 

So, here we are.  January 2022.  Yes, we’ve arrived, and it will be a crap shoot, probably well into November of this year before we can look back on any positive change.

Once again, these are my deep thoughts and I’m sticking to every damn one of them!

 

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A different Christmas…

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This current year began with so much hope and a positive outlook that it would be better than the last.  So far, 2021 has been like traveling on a winding road, bringing us back to the starting point rather than to a new beginning.

I think all of us share the same determination with trying to get back to anything normal.  Especially during the holidays.  Yet, we take a few steps forward and a mother-load of steps in reverse.  It’s sad, in so many ways, especially as we prepare to celebrate what should be a joyful time of year.

The dynamics of the ongoing virus war against humans, and all the protocols involved are exhausting.  Still, most of us continue to forge ahead, just trying to make it through one more month, week or day.  I’d guess that all we can do is to throw caution into the wind as we attempt to plan family gatherings, shop until we drop and try to enjoy the Christmas season.

My home will be missing family and the usual holiday chaos.  The decorations are up, the tree is a magnificent presence, taking up almost half of our living room…but that’s it.  My usual holiday frenzied behavior is nowhere to be found.  At least for this year.  In the middle of it all, I’m feeling and sounding much like Scarlett O’Hara, fists firmly clenched and determined that tomorrow is another day and next Christmas will be different.

It damn well better be, as God is my witness!

 

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Just the facts…

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Being what it is these days, life brings many random situations where we dig down deeply to find some meaning.  We quickly put some narrative together in order to find meaning…or the truth.  Sometimes, it’s difficult to separate the stories we tell from the truth and that…can cause pain to others.

Facts are the foundation of a situation.  What often follows are how we interpret a story, moving on to pass judgment, either negative or positive.  Therein lies the problem when there is no separation from the truth of a given matter, just the story we’ve chosen to create, possibly to make some sense of the events in our lives.

Sometimes, we need to pause, stopping to think if the story in our head is true, especially when we spin it around so quickly, we don’t realize it.  In some ways, this is almost selfish because we’re separating the truth from what we choose instead to believe.  Comforting, to us.  Not to others.

Caught in every situation is a story, deep in our minds.  In that, we separate ourselves from others, even when that story is a pleasant one. Or, we have a need to separate ourselves from the emotional journey involved in that story.  We have a need to feed our ego, keep it separate and superior, and, by passing judgment on a situation, or someone, even ourselves, we accomplish that task.  We are, each of us, in this moment and that changes with a different moment.  That’s life, awash in all of its almost daily complications.

If we try to separate those nagging facts from the stories we choose to create, it’s a positive.  Accepting situations and people we can’t change takes the gusto out of the emotions involved in much of what we want to share.  It can be difficult but we need to find the balance.  

 

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