So this is post one..
When I was a girl I would keep a journal and I would always write, “Dear Journal”. Having someone to write to seemed some how easier, like I was telling my story to someone. Those entries are mostly complaints and frustrations but they were a valuable outlet. I am hoping this will be the same. Whether or not I publish this for the world t read or not os still in debate.. I really want to be doing this for me and wanted a safe place to write about some pretty personal stuff, but it seems anything goes these days.
Naked honesty at least in flavor seems to be all the rage right now. I have to wonder if it is actually though. Most people I don’t think really want to hear that the dress they are wearing, the new hair cut, the new or old lover etc. is not par excellance.. and overwhelmingly approved by the tribe.. so honesty with limits I guess then.
This leads me to the whole political mess right now.. Trump really? How can so many people be so bedazzled by celebrity that what this man says, does and represents is winning in Iowa? Are we all so entranced that the reality of the situation is the dream? All the republicans truly scare me though.. I mean like really scare me. I now have a serious distrust of the balances in the house and congress.. They are delusional and don’t seem to have any connection to reason or reality.. I would say that they have all gone completely mad but I wonder if they were always this way and now they are just allowed to spew their weird at liberty ’cause SM and the Media eat it up.. Sensationalism seems to have taken over rationality. Do we throw away Civil rights, Person privacy, the environment, the middle class, education and all social safety nets because someone can use hyperbole well? I fear for the next four years and I fear for our world in general.
I wonder if as we get older if we notice and take in more of the world around us. Every generation that hits mid-age, do they all feel the same about the world, mad, through out time? Is this just a developmental thing, like when an infant all of a sudden can discern color or a toddler starts noticing busses and trucks everywhere? I remember my dad at about this age was obsessed with talk radio, Rush was a constant sound track, and my mother had the TV news on ALL the time.. I mean the TV was on from 4pm – 11pm with news every weekday.(Thank god they did not live in the same house) They would always say they thought the world had gone mad.. so I wonder if I am just reaching the age when the world is mad and eventually (hopefully) I will get to the place my GG-pa is and not care anymore. Being a healthy 96 year old has it’s definite perks.
It makes me so very sad that we are more concerned with Kardachian asses than even to the good things that are real and happening right NOW. I saw the other day an iPhone cover designed for infants to look at – it is black and white and designed to stimulate them like the mobile over their changing table .. Excuse me? But how about put your F’n phone down and pay attention to this moment, right now, cause I can tell you from experience they turn 13 tomorrow and don’t want you to cuddle anymore…
The trick here is going to be to write as if I am writing to myself and not to an audience. That is what is going to be the most challenging I think. I have been “Social Media” minded now for too long. I would write in a good old fashioned paper diary, but I can’t write as fast as I can type – sad I know.