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I used to have an anonymous blog back when I was a bartender in an airport. This is August 2005– Katrina.
Spent Friday night at a wedding, and Dude’s sister spent the night alternating having a great time and dancing a lot with staring grimly at her phone. Her mother-in-law had been refusing to evacuate from the trailer where she lives near Corpus Christi. (I guess she left eventually. So did the sister-in-law with the infant. Not sure about the relative with twelve dogs, that’s a tough one.)
I get real worked-up over this sort of thing, for no reason than I have a very good imagination, and it sounds goofy to say it like that, but it’s extremely easy for me to project myself into situations and imagine how it would feel, and so when I read about disasters like this sort of thing, I just cry and cry thinking about how awful it is for all those people. It’s good for writing, it’s just sort of bad for daily survival kind of stuff. So, it’s kind of A Lot. My heart really goes out to people affected, of course, but also to people who’ve lived through stuff like this before and for whom it must be really setting off memories.
It’s a hideous distraction to have an incompetent, malignant, beyond-words situation in the White House spewing hate and vitriol as it’s all unfolding– it’s a distraction, so at least I’m not crying over people’s grandpas being hauled up into boats and little children staggering for miles clinging to their grandmothers in terror because neither of them can swim and no help is coming and so on and so forth.
(And Mexico pledging military aid again even as Pendejo says horrible shit about their country… *praying hands emoji*)
It’s just. It’s. It’s a lot. My anguish isn’t helping anyone, I don’t think my thoughts and prayers would be useful much, so I’m just trying to stay basically informed and be ready to pay attention at how it all shakes out.
But, for the record: thoughts and prayers for those affected.
I used to have an anonymous blog back when I was a bartender in an airport. This is August 2005– Katrina.
Spent Friday night at a wedding, and Dude’s sister spent the night alternating having a great time and dancing a lot with staring grimly at her phone. Her mother-in-law had been refusing to evacuate from the trailer where she lives near Corpus Christi. (I guess she left eventually. So did the sister-in-law with the infant. Not sure about the relative with twelve dogs, that’s a tough one.)
I get real worked-up over this sort of thing, for no reason than I have a very good imagination, and it sounds goofy to say it like that, but it’s extremely easy for me to project myself into situations and imagine how it would feel, and so when I read about disasters like this sort of thing, I just cry and cry thinking about how awful it is for all those people. It’s good for writing, it’s just sort of bad for daily survival kind of stuff. So, it’s kind of A Lot. My heart really goes out to people affected, of course, but also to people who’ve lived through stuff like this before and for whom it must be really setting off memories.
It’s a hideous distraction to have an incompetent, malignant, beyond-words situation in the White House spewing hate and vitriol as it’s all unfolding– it’s a distraction, so at least I’m not crying over people’s grandpas being hauled up into boats and little children staggering for miles clinging to their grandmothers in terror because neither of them can swim and no help is coming and so on and so forth.
(And Mexico pledging military aid again even as Pendejo says horrible shit about their country… *praying hands emoji*)
It’s just. It’s. It’s a lot. My anguish isn’t helping anyone, I don’t think my thoughts and prayers would be useful much, so I’m just trying to stay basically informed and be ready to pay attention at how it all shakes out.
But, for the record: thoughts and prayers for those affected.
