Who knew a consecutive string of 365 days could be responsible for so much anguish in the world! 2016 killed people, I hear. Politicians and media are at their all-time suckage level. And worst of all – the Dab.
I have thoughts.
First, Liberia. I’m writing a piece with a friend, and I’ve had to do some research on Liberia. We may have a president with awful hair who is appalling and embarrassing and maybe even evil. And we may have lost some people (who we never met) (most who were old) (who we stopped paying attention to almost completely until we binged watched/listened immediately after the news of their passing to show our love and devotion). But guys. Please. We have homes with plumbing and cool air and heat and refrigeration and best of all Netflix! We can walk out of our homes with our Netflix (without getting shot) and get in our car (without getting bombed) and drive to work (where we earn a decent paycheck) and hang out with friends (without getting Ebola) and go out at night (without being raped)…What a great year it’s been for US…Yay!! If this has been your Worst Year Ever, you’re still one of the luckiest people on Earth.
The beauty of being American is, our politicians and media only affect you if you let them. So you’re the one at an all-time suckage level if they bother you. Plus, frown-lines, guys…don’t want ’em.
Second, guess what. Guess who made 2016 an embarrassment. We did. Maybe our ancestors contributed to our lineage of bad decision-making skills, so we can blame them a little, but we mostly did this to ourselves. We gave the Kardashians an inch (big inch) and Donald Trump took a mile (big mile. the biggest mile. tremendous miles.) We let news anchors fuel our thinking and GIFs and memes guide our emotions. We’ve kinda been the weakest generation. And our diplomas and degrees don’t mean much if we get our information from Twitter and mass media.
So just flip the freaking calendar…it’s just another day on Earth. People aren’t going to stop dying (especially if they keep getting old and/or shooting heroin). Nobody decent is ever going to want to run for office again now that they see how that all works. And the Dab will be replaced by something. even. dumber.
I’m going to do the splits in 2017. The center ones. And I’m going to continue to gauge my happiness by the world around me. The one I actually live in, the people I actually care about, and the life that’s actually treated me and mine very well lately, thank you very much.
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