It’s hard to blog when you think the world is going to end, and you are watching your country turn into a fascist state.
Like many, I was thrown by the escalating tension between President Trump and Kim Jong-Un, and the threat of nuclear weapons. I think I’ve mentioned in here before that I was very young when I learned about the existance of nukes, and because of that, nuclear weapons basically became my biggest fear. You know how when you’re a kid, you know exactly what the Monster Under Your Bed or The Thing In The Closet looks like? How you’re afraid to go into a dark room because you just know that when you turn on the light, it will be standing there, and you know in perfect detail what it is going to look like? Starting at about age eight, my Thing In The Closet was a mushroom cloud.
And it’s hard to write when your inner child is cowering in fear that the Thing In The Closet that you thought went away has suddenly come back.
And then fear gave way to sorrow at the events in Charlottesville. …Although, to be honest, first there was anger – which I turned into jumping on Twitter and ripping off snarky comebacks against any supporters of the Unite The Right march, and to writing to employers and teachers for any of the men who had been confirmed and identified. But there were just so many of them, and the breadth of the ignorance they had about history, the First Amendment, and racial equality was making me feel like it was all futile and adding to the problem.
I’ve also just been low-energy in general for the past couple weeks (taking steps to fix it, I think I know what’s going on), but that plus fear and anger and sorrow has left me without much energy to do anything except for fart around on Youtube watching kitten videos.
But you know, that’s okay. I believe that you don’t have to have to turn yourself into a total ascetic when you are trying to work towards improving the world; you can speak out against apocalypse and at the same time notice and appreciate fun and joyful things. I’m sure even the most militant of activists, one whose Facebook feeds are nothing but reposts of notices about rallies and one who spends all of their spare time making things for the next action, feels comforted and gladdened by the feeling of companionship they get from their fellows. There is always a way to step back and notice what’s good. You can do both. In fact, you should do both; it’s how you keep your spirit together and give your soul a chance to rest, catch its breath and get ready for the next round.
I think I’m going to start to take more notice of things each week that have pleased me like this. Big, small, ridiculous, corny, inconsequential – it doesn’t matter. I’ll post them at the end of the day Saturday, or on Sunday morning; I suspect that the more good I take note of and write down, the more I’m going to see. Things like:
- As I was running errands on Saturday, a man on a bike rode past me – and he had his two children on the oversized seat behind him, giving them a ride. One of the kids was holding on – but the other had arms flung out wide, pretending that they were flying.