Despair

I have not been out of my apartment, except twice to go to the lobby, since March 11th.  No one has been in here since March 12th.  I have been coping well, with the odd going batshit crazy day here and there.  But now, now I am feeling so stressed and angry and upset at what is going on, it makes batshit crazy look like a field day at a farm, with baby animals and ice cream.  I just want to shout, OMG, OMG, OMG , what is happening to my country?  How many people are loving this.  How many people believe that if you think this is all wrong, you are a libtard and an idiot.  Good grief, how did we get to be so horrid? Such hideous excuses for human beings?  They seem to love calling themselves ‘Christian’, too, although they have no concept at all of what the word even means, let alone what the person it is named after taught.  How did things get so distorted?  How did so many people lose any semblance of rationality.  I kind of just want to crawl in a hole and cover my head til this all goes away.  It will go away, right.  Enough people with working brains will step and and make things change and get rid of these hate-filled, greedy cretins.  OMG, OMG, OMG.

1 thought on “Despair

  1. I feel the same. I’ve had to step back, still keeping informed, but when I feel the tension and the tears starting, I go read a book or do the dishes or something. I was swimming in it, and it was affecting me physically. I simply can NOT imagine being Black and having to endure this treatment, subtle or overt, every single day of my life. It’s horrible to watch all this, but shit really, really needs to change.

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