In two days, I will mark by 40th birthday.
Today, as I write this, it is November 18, 2020. Joe Biden has been declared [by the media] the “President-Elect”. As such, the United States is locked in a battle over truth and … liberty.
I have two “adult” children. By “adult” I mean that they are legally considered adults, but by no means have they flown the coop. Nor could anyone have parented them for where we are today. I think only the biggest theorists out there, of any nature, could have seen this coming so far in advance that they would have successfully prepared their children for it. I was a young mother and if I’m being honest – these kids probably need therapy, having [so far] survived me. But hey… we all did the best we could. I love them with all my being and they love me.
I am also remarried to a wonderful man who thinks I’m “on the spectrum” because I hate wind on my neck and I like soft things. (Really he should be more concerned with my sensory processing issues and “OCD” behaviors…)
I work hard. I work long hours. I keep a very limited number of friends because a single relationship that withstands all tests of time (and personality) is worth so much more than a network of acquaintances you’d never consider calling in a time of need.
And, oh yeah… I’m a Conservative Woman from the South. As of sometime last week, I gave up Communist Facebook (and never really used any other social media). I find that, after so many years there, I will still need an avenue in which I can offload the constant stream of anxiety riddled thoughts I have – along with the means to interact. Also, to ensure that we “don’t go gently into that good night” while abandoning Silicon Valley. We “rage against the dying of the light”. Try not to get carried away with your hatred. But if you do… I guess I just really don’t care.
