You’ll never convince me that writing cannot be therapeutic. I’ve written before about a natural high that I experience when I finish a story. revise a poem, or get a few thoughts out of my head and onto a screen. In this stressful world, I believe we all need to have an outlet for our frustrations, whether it’s annihilating a punching bag, exorcising the inner demons in a morning run, or pounding away at a keyboard before sunrise. So, with this, I trust that I will meet scrutiny and disagreement–and that is always welcome. These are just some takes about the world around us in mid-October of 2017. Feel free to stop at any time, but I invite you to share this with anyone you wish. PS: I’m not selling anything other than perspective.
- If your house is on fire, you don’t stand outside–matches in hand–while watching the flames and ask your family to appreciate you for closing the dishwasher last week.
This is my analogy for our current president consistently asking for credit during an era of division that some believe he himself is masterminding. Simply put, adults in general should never request to be acknowledged for doing things that generally moral people would do on any given day.
2. Intentionally spreading a false narrative about why some people have begun a silent, peaceful protest has to be among the most egregious and insulting acts of “white-splaining” or “man-splaining” humanly possible*.
Imagine having a notably bad experience at a bakery. “Bad” isn’t at all the right word, but it might help here. You walked in with money to spend and you are immediately disrespected to the point where you felt you were invisible and that your existence meant absolutely nothing to the shop owners and other customers. You are so angry that you announce aloud and online that you are reporting that bakery to the Better Business Bureau and vow to convince as many friends, family members, and strangers that the business in question has horrible business practices and should make massive changes or should be forced to close its doors forever.
Now imagine that the world reads what you said about the poor customer service, the price gouging, the insulting actions of the employees and management and tells you that you’re completely wrong–that you’re being incredibly disrespectful to blueberry muffins and that just isn’t what America is about.
Would you be confused? Disconnected? Disrespected? Voice-less?
*I’m fully aware that I am “white” and “male” and am explaining things to you (the two things I’m admonishing with #1). Thanks for reading this far, by the way. At any rate, I don’t have the time, financial backing, or general interest to change my skin tone or anatomy, so I guess you’re stuck with me remaining to look like this. The terms I used in #1 are two words that I believe are the most applicable in this situation.
I wish you all peace and love. Let’s all make an effort to be comforting and understanding. If you’re struggling with this–much like I am if you’ve seen any of my tweets–then I suggest writing your ideas out as a way of unburdening your heartsick soul.