If you’re a “misery loves company” person this post is for you.
The fact is, I’ve been working for three years to move back to Indiana and now that I’m here I have to reestablish myself, join new organizations and make new friends. It’s all good because I know what I need to do to make me happy. But it’s a process that takes time, and meanwhile, well, I’ve been down this week. When that happens, my “negative antenna” pops up and tunes to station C-R-A-P. Where’s Bobby McFerrin when you need him?
Sitting in my pity pot I have been distracted by so many things that I haven’t been able to write. In fact, my desk work was so pitiful I had to take a few days off for “spring cleaning.” And as I sit at the keyboard today, my mind is mired in muck – senseless killings in Afghanistan, France and Florida, ongoing mood assassinations at home.
I am a “can’t-we-all-just-get-along?” sort of person. We are in Afghanistan to fight the Talaban; a dozen years, thousands lost. We hear progress is being made yet we also hear our soldiers are pissing on corpses, burning the Quran and killing innocent men, women and children. No wonder they want us out. Imagine Afghans inhabiting our country to do what the world thinks is the right thing, but then to act like they own the place by desecrating soldiers bodies, burning the Bible, killing innocent families.
A 23-year-old supposed al-Queda supporter in Toulouse, France kills Jewish students in front of their school, among others. Some self-appointed “watchman” in Florida kills a black teenager “in self defense.” Really? (Hey! Maybe those Skittles were loaded.) In Chicago, a little girl was shot while sitting in front of her mother on their front stoop. Based on the little I know about gangs, killing a 6-year-old in front of her mother might have been some gang banger initiation. Really.
Closer to home, I hear about unhappy people attacking their loved ones. “He or she is not good enough” so they are pissed on, burned and ignored by their partners. This has been going on for years. Not in every corner. No, there are some good relationships among us, but there also are enough good people being mistreated it makes me ill.
What I’ve learned over the years is that when I’m in a bad mood, I try not to let my sh–aving cream hit the fan and splatter others. It’s gotten easier to say something like, “sorry if I’m out of sorts today. I’ve gotten myself in a hole and I’m working on climbing out. Thanks for understanding.”
What about you? Are you able to own your feelings? Do you know what you need to do to end the war in your corner of the world? Let me know.
And thanks for letting me get that off my chest. I feel better. (Now, here’s Bobby!)