I turned 42 this week. And I think it has hit me a little harder than even the big “0” birthday did a couple of years ago. I’m not really sure why. I guess it just feels so generically middle-aged, if that makes sense. Like if the “Family Feud” interviewed 100 people on what age they consider to be the midpoint of life, the survey would definitely say “42” was the number one answer.
Forty-two just reeks of mom jeans and football helmet hair. Not that I sport either of those things, but maybe it’s time to consider it. That and I need to start calling my wallet, my billfold. And would anyone like a piece of Freedent gum? I think I have a piece in the bottom of my pocketbook.
Actually, if this truly is the middle of my lifespan and I do make it to 84, I should be thrilled. People in my family don’t usually live that long. We drop like flies in our 50s and 60s. Yikes! If I think about it like that and start calculating how much time I may have left based on genetics, that’s far more depressing than mom jeans. I practically have one foot in the grave.
Perhaps that is why I have been so cranky of late. Maybe I am in my twilight years. Somebody grab me a rocking chair, a bottle of Geritol and a darning needle (and then explain to me what a darning needle is used for).
Or maybe it has nothing to do with age. Maybe just a lot of things in this world kind of suck right now and even 20-somethings who should be completely idealistic and optimistic about the future of this world are kind of cranky too.
Either that or I’m almost dead. Or I guess it could be both.
It’s hard to keep our collective glass half full when we turn on the news or jump on social media and story after story followed by snarky comment after snarky comment sucks every last drop of hope out of said glass.
There are only so many cat videos that can help fill it back up.
Obviously, a big source of this disillusionment comes from our nation’s capital.
Honestly, I’m so sick of politics and those who practice in it. The extremes on the right and the left are both ridiculous, spending all of their time pandering to vocal minorities, instead of trying to sit down and work things out with common sense legislation and compromise. I hate that the go-to campaign strategy is just hatin’ on the other side. It’s lazy. And shows nothing but cowardice.
And now even politicos who I once considered moderate, reasonable folks are fleeing to the fringes too, because they know they can’t win a primary without the bases of their respective parties.
There are senators who once called the president “mentally unstable” and who repeatedly said a border wall was a bad idea, who are screaming it is indeed a national emergency and the country will go to hell in a hand basket unless the president gets to (sort of) fulfill his campaign promise (last I checked Mexico is still not paying for it).
Give me a break.
There are also congresspeople who once called for Trump to withdraw after the “Access Hollywood” tapes were released who now spend their time verbally fellating him on Facebook on an almost daily basis. We don’t have to look far to find them.
In the same vein, Democrats, who were once lauded as working across the aisle, are terrified not to completely sign on to this Green New Deal or say we all get free healthcare and free college. And free ice cream and unicorn rides every day too. While aspirational, it is just not practical.
Border security, our immigration system, climate change, healthcare and education are all things that desperately need to be addressed but until lawmakers are able to do this in a bipartisan fashion without the threat of government shutdowns, national emergency declarations and all other forms of this pathetic political theater, we’ll all be dead by the time anything gets done. Or (obviously) I will be. #onefootingrave(maybe)
So much time is wasted peddling fear and fantasy on both sides. It’s just so counter-productive and infuriating.
I need to crochet them all something (once I learn how to crochet) with my (soon-to-be) arthritic hands that reads, “We just want you to be genuine and authentic and reasonable and practical and work with each other and tell us how it really is instead us feeding us a bunch of party line/focus group bullshit!”
That may be a little wordy and hard to accomplish for all 535 members of Congress. I mean I only have one darning needle (that I don’t actually have yet). But it is a sentiment that needs to be embroidered permanently in each of their brains.
Aside from politics, the way we treat each other on not-so-social media is depressing too. I don’t care if you are a journalist, a rock star, a cupcake baker or local craft beer maker, at least one a-hole is going to get online and piss on everything you do. It is not OK to treat people like this. If you wouldn’t say it to someone’s face, then don’t type it. Why does everyone gotta be so mean?
And this rush to judgment where we either exonerate and pity or convict and revile someone who is accused of something or who is an alleged victim of something when NONE of us know ANY of the facts yet, it’s just insanity. And it’s not the way our country is supposed to work. Our founding fathers wanted us to make such judgments like this based on reason not passion. But there is no room for reason in 280 characters. It is mob rule, and it is dangerous.
Like every geezer before me has ever said, “I just don’t know what this world is coming to!”
Now will someone rub my poor, old aching feet. I’ll give you a nice shiny quarter.
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