I've always been older than my chronological age. Always. Wish I could say that was true in wisdom, but it's more of a "feeling really ancient" thing. Today, of course, it is a physical reality.
Some of you may remember, back in the 60's when I was a teen, those stories on Twilight Zone involving building one's own bunker against the threat of being bombed by the "enemy" and debating whether or not to allow others to come in if it would mean lessening one's (or one's family's) own safety due to limitations of provisions. "Meh", I thought (or would have then if I'd known that word). You get it or you don't. You live or you die. (OK, so maybe those of you who know my relationship with depression might think that was foremost in my decision making process...)
Anyroad, in today's world, should I live in fear? There are zillions of people with guns who might harm me/us, even "accidentally". There are weapons of destruction (chemical, physical, environmental, biological, whatever) EVERYWHERE. Our freedoms are being eroded --don't EVEN get me started on women's rights -- my thoughts are NOT pretty. The policeman may not be my friend, after all, at least not all of the time. Children are starving...in America. Schools are teaching unbelievable things. Infrastructure sucks. Politicians don't have a sense of needing to do their jobs...nor do many others. Racism still prevails. People are without any (or impossible to live on) incomes. Greed and ego-driven needs seem to thrive. How often do we hear of truly responsible behavior?
I'm an old, identifiable-as-white lady who chose to pretty much barely scrape by rather than to do what I perceived was necessary to "succeed". I've managed. I've raised a son who is making his way and caring for his family who has a day job and also able to indulge his joy in creativity with his band, and I've a few good friends of more than 40 years. Some of us were around a dinner table a while ago and the question of surviving/being prepared for some true disaster came up along with what would be proper, responsible preparation. My answer was easy, "I'm old. My plan is to die." Truth is, I don't much care. I'd prefer not to suffer, though.
One of my friends has quoted "FEAR is simply false evidence appearing real". Seems a bit simplistic, yet who am I to judge.
Please don't misunderstand. I really do take seriously and try to understand the various diaries/posts here which alert us to problems. However, I also recognize that, for the sake of what passes as my sanity, I have to occasionally indulge in reccing and commenting positively in those which are clearly mocking and, face it, FUN! (for me) Then I'll pull up my big girl pants and get back to work.
Peace to you all. Continue to go forth and do well. Take time to laugh, if possible for you. And, maybe, don't always feel it necessary to act upon the desire to psssst on somebody's else's playfulness?
Just sayin' and meaning no harm.
(Figuring out tags is beyond me. Please feel free to assist.)
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