The Week That Is

So this week has been rough. The Marathon Bombing. The West, Texas Fertilizer Plant Explosion. The Marathon Bombing Manhunt. The continued violence in Chicago. The anniversary of the Oklahoma City Bombing. The anniversary of the Virginia Tech Shootings. An Elvis Impersonator sending Ricin to Obama and some other shitbird of a politician. Senators showing how incontrovertibly fucked we are, and how warm and comfortable they are in the pocket of the BIG GUN Lobby. BEES DYING BY THE COLONY, AND NOT VERY MYSTERIOUSLY. The list can go on.

I, personally, have not been affected by any of it beyond the creeping feeling that things are not going well at the moment in our country (and this isn't even mentioning how dark the whole world is becoming). And I just wanted to say that too often I still need to remind myself of how lucky I am. I should have a sunshine-on-my-goddamn-shoulders rosy disposition compared to a lot of people throughout the U.S. But I don't. Little things make me mad. I pick at my psyche for no reason other than habit. I ain't shit basically. And when it comes down to it, that shouldn't be the case. I live in America. I'm not being crushed by debt. I have family and friends. I basically have no real problems.

So this is just a reminder that things could be way way...way worse, so I and everyone else who's in my boat should enjoy things while they last.