Last night’s loud and confusing fever dream was topped off by utter disbelief and candid coverage of news stations far and wide. The news didn’t mince words, which I appreciated. Most of the opinions of the debate were understandably inconclusive because of egregious behavior displayed by the literal President of the United States. In the few moments where we could hear either of the candidates, things were said that just felt empty and rehearsed. The event that was supposed to get democrats excited about their lackluster pick, and show the nation there was a serious contender to the orange Mussolini was marred by his outlandish (mis)behavior and disregard for decency.
Still Processing...
Narrowsburg, NY - you lookin good grrrrl…until I see a Trump sign -_-
I feel like a computer with that hour-glass that’s constantly flipping or that forever-spinning color wheel with no indication that the processing will stop. I feel like every day there is something else that I have to consume and make sense of before letting it settle into my memory bank of disappointment and exhaustion.
Compartmentalizing & Spiraling
It’s a term I’ve heard more recently in the last few years to refer to ways people neatly package up their intense feelings or emotions away from the world in order to focus on tasks at hand and function somewhat “normally.” I heard it even more recently, today, in a discussion where it was brought up how we, as black women, have to compartmentalize during these incredibly stressful times in order to keep functioning. At first I felt proud of what that meant. It meant I was able to channel my emotions in a way that wouldn’t interfere with work and let them out when I had time and space to do so, be it on the weekends or taking time off. Then I thought about it deeper and it made me furious to think that is something to be proud of and even more so to be acceptable in society. Humans should NOT be compartmentalizing shit to keep working.
The Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Moon
The super blood fantastical gargantuan moon thing is tonight and it sounds like it’s going to be a doozy. It’s suppose to mark change, a new beginning. Man, it’s funny how natural events like this can inspire things that can literally be done at any moment. It’s like the New Year where everyone freaks out about becoming a better human or whatever. Eh. It’s still exciting times and I hope miraculous change does occur tonight.
Who knows, maybe we’ll wake up tomorrow and the great round luminous bulbous moon will open Trump’s eyes and he’ll be all like, “JK guys, I don’t really wanna be president. I’m going to go back and roll around in my money vault in China and comb my toupees with brushes made of solid gold.” Then, all the other Republican candidates will follow suit, Jeb will move to Mexico where the government will make him go through a 100 year naturalization process, Ben Carson will crawl back into whatever dank hole he crawled out of to perform surgery on (we can all strongly assume) maniacs and never speak about politics ever again, and Chris Christie will reunite with his crime family to continue his legacy of laughing in the face of democracy and bullying politicians to get his way. And the other candidates, whoever they are will fade into oblivion, or maybe it’s more like settle back into oblivion….
It would also be nice if the wonderful mystical majestic moon of Oz could get Congress to cool it with telling women what to do with their bodies. That would be so righteous.
Lastly, oh supercalifragilisticexpialidocious moon, please grant us the ability to treat each other as humans no matter where we come from because this world is certainly big enough for us all to share and mass movements of people have been happening throughout human history so why don’t we take a chill pill and figure stuff out instead of rearing the ugly head of a beast called xenophobia (breath)… Also, no more guns, please.
Here’s to the moon, y’all!