Can you imagine what future historians are going to think of our roaring twenties? Maybe it will be known as the Corona 20's vs the Roaring Twenties. What an absolute disappointment, right?
The truth is there were very few of us who saw this shit coming like I did. There were a few, we all commented on the same articles, but ultimately I have already realized my monetary value is not high, given I am not working to actually get paid at it. Everything I do is trying to help in the ways I am able. Sometimes I'll offer the snarky solution, sure. But I have been collecting all this shit to get this WP class under my belt so I can employ all I learned about SEO and that stuff...but the point is, I know my missing monetary value has removed some of my value value, and even when I was working, the things that took it away were not small. From medicine to food to rent to wage garnishment, there was always some hospital and doctor or dentist I might or might not be able to pay., nothing unnecessary, at least, but I was also the psycho ...
So my grandmother isn't doing any better apparently. Her sudden turn has me going back to 2001 and 9/11 actually. See, she was supposed to outlive me. I know, pushing 90 seems like a strange comparison to my life, but I'm already more than broken inside, my physical everything is a bit of a mess and I've got fewer and fewer people who give a shit as time goes on. I lamented the catastrophic loss of life in 2001 because so many of those people had so many people who gave a shit. I could imagine exactly 0 people at the time putting up missing posters for me. And I wondered why I was allowed to continue on with so many people NOT invested in me being alive or seeming to give a shit at all. How did I get the pass to live when so many others deserved it more?
I'm feeling that way about my grandmother--she has so many people who have invested themselves with her and with time with her, my father being one of them. They're friends, see, they've always been friends, and certainly enjoy a relationship and closeness I just haven't ever had with ...
I realized something last night thinking about my grandmother and her husband. He died on Monday and she is now in hospice and things are not looking great for her. I know I always say I don't believe in regret, but our letter writing campaign is maybe only a year old and I should have started sooner. But something I realized recently that I would modify from one of my better sayings--Life happens when you're making other plans. And yes, Death does that too. A perfectly balanced dichotomy that has held true for each one of us, though you'd hope that mostly heavy burden to the right of that idea is not one we suffer in too often. I was surprised, we'll say that, though I guess that's what I also must have realized since I did start writing her in the last year of her better life. Right now you hope she's not suffering, but I also know that's not promised either.
Without context anything appearing great can be ruined. I feel that has been largely missing from our recent living experience for everyone. Some people's context seems to be largely unaffected, and some people seem to ...
