All That Rah

Pew. Pew!

Happy spectacles!!

Also, I know the medical system is broken. I know it’s hard to facilitate “good service” in the midst of societal collapse, but the hospital kitchen fucked up and swapped my fathers meatloaf and green beans for a somebody else’s sad ass grilled cheese and that shits got me unreasonably hot.

Diabetes has brought my father back into the hospital, again. I understand why he just wants it to end. I understand his frustration and being unable to see past these dark moments. As much as I want us all to pull through, I believe it’s okay to just stop, cry and scream into the void.

It has been one death after another after another after another after another. I am exhausted and quite honestly, don’t feel like I’ve been able to complete one whole cycle. Every new death kicks me back at the beginning for all of them.

The past 24 months have felt like I’m speed dating grief. Our culture needs a better way to deal with mass death. Cause whatever the fuck this is, ain’t it.

I resent the fact that to prove I’m human, I have to do work. EVERY. DAMN. TIME. I’m tired of clicking all these damn bridges and hydrants and crosswalks. You find the motorcycles!

I am either:
1. Yelling (and completely unaware).
2. Mumble-Sassing myself into something like submission.
3. Self-soothing in a gentle measured tone.
4. Cackling at “who tf is that?!” level

My partner to me, forever and ever: “Why are you yelling??”

this is a perfect way to kick off this new space. So, proud of our community for this ✨ Love @masonjarpress.bsky.social