I always say that I haven’t out-crazied my own life. The things I’ve done, my (sometimes) mangled but (usually!?) well meaning entanglements and behaviors haven‘t exceed the level of crazy that life has plopped into my lap like a gift from a demented stork. (That autocorrected to storm, which works too.)
I think that life in America has now out-crazied... EVERYONE. I don’t understand. And I don’t want to go to the emotional places where I could understand how some of us are so cut off, delusional, callous, hateful.
It’s not okay.
But I want to get better even if life doesn’t. I don’t think it‘s going to for a long time.
I have to accept that things are what they are. That sickness and suffering happens to those I love most. That the political and social climate of my country is chaos. That I can’t snap my fingers or dream my way through fate.
I don’t have many resources, I don’t have power. I have words and my world in a grain of sand.
Just don‘t let this shit corrupt your heart, kids.
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