Daisy

Day 241: Some days, you just need a goddamn daisy. Sorry if my bluntness offends you. I don't make a habit of voicing my political opinions outside a close circle of friends, but my stress level is so high currently that if I don't let some of it out, I'm going to explode. Every day, it seems like there is some new crisis, and it makes me wonder what's going on behind the scenes that we are being pulled away from seeing by the "shiny object" of a manufactured scenario. We are being manipulated with distractions, being sold the biggest "reality show" ever staged. We're being conned by a team of experts with a jackass as the figurehead, who himself is being conned by a larger machine (or so I believe). What's the end game here? And who is actually behind it? Not Don the Pawn. He hasn't got the brains. Meanwhile, everyone is calling dirty, ineffectual names on social media, feeling self-important as if they were actually doing something productive. I go to bed with a black cloud of despair hanging over my head. I don't sleep, wondering what kind of life I will have, wondering what kind of life I can give Merry if I find myself without an income. It is a deep, dark well I find myself staring into, and some days, the only ray of hope (invasive or not) is a goddamn daisy.