I was a tomboy as a young child. I loved it! I loved being on my bike. I loved playing cops and robbers. I loved being active. Playing dolls was like torture. Being kept inside was punishment. I wanted to be deep in the mix of it all and I loved exploring the world. It wasn’t until my sexuality started blooming that it seemed really hard to just be friends with boys, and not from my end, necessarily.
I have decided that I’m not going to try to have, make or sustain friendships anymore. Instead I’m going to concentrate on finding activities I enjoy and meeting people that also enjoy those activities. If friendship ensues, great. If not, that’s ok too. I have finite time here and I haven’t done one/100th of the things I want to do. So I better get started.
Today’s Theme Song (Miles from Nowhere – Cat Stevens)
As I get older I understand less and less why we need a government at all. I’m not advocating anarchy, per se. I’m just questioning the validity of the original argument. In the same vein I question religion and so many other things in life. Just doesn’t really make sense to me sometimes. Exhibit A:
This is to no one’s surprise, I’m sure. I’m not even blaming Trump here. This probably would have happened on anyone’s watch; and I honestly do believe that. 🤷🏽♀️
But that’s not in my realm of things to worry about. Just an observation of the absurdity of it all. While people are still dying and hospitals are still struggling to aquire PPE supplies, we get more arms. Cuz that makes perfect sense. Yippee-ki-yay motherfuckers.
All I can do is laugh at the inhumanity and buffoonery of it all. Some days I cry; but today is not that day.
It’s a crunchy farts day. 🙃