Fear and loathing in New York
Fear and Loathing
It's Wednesday. Middle of the week, payday, good weather...it should all add up to a big ass smile, right? Hmm...No. Maybe I've just turned into one of those people who are grouchy all the time, no matter what. Maybe it's a NyQuil hangover. Maybe it's the fact that we are throwing a party for 100 people on Sunday and still haven't gotten the whole thing together yet. Yea, I think that's the trouble.
And maybe, just maybe, I should stop looking at the news. While on one hand they are imploring us to act normal, it doesn't make us confident when the other hand is shoving Terrorism Survivor Tips in your face. And it doesn't help that everyone is on personal high alert and god forbid if you are eating a donut or have dandruff because the cops will be all over you in a second. There is this electricity in the air that I don't like. I think this nation as a whole is one Dick Cheney heart attack away from going collectively nuts.
I am trying to act normal. We go about our days as if there is no war waging. We do homework and go pumpking picking and decorate for Halloween. And, hey, we are going Christmas shopping and bought tickets for a concert that won't happen until May, so I can't be too pessimstic, right?
I just wish I could shake myself out of this fog of anger/hostility/sadness/fear that I've been living in. It's getting really crowded in here.