If you are a fan of comedy, and/or my usual reDICKulous sarcastic stylings, and not so much the serious side, let me save you 2 minutes: This post is not for you. I am not myself this week. That is to say, I am my SERIOUS self. Which is boring and reflective. Barf.
This week has me troubled. Trouble in the news, beyond normal every day human trouble, senseless bombings in Atlanta, trouble in Texas, troubling Senate conclusions, troubling flooding in the Midwest, including one of the worst possible phrases I have ever heard: “sink hole.” *Shudder*
I don’t need to bring up bad news again, I know. We get more than we need from the media, over and over and over and over. I know.
I had to avoid social media, and at some point ALL media this week, to save my sanity. I’m not sure why people need to broadcast the same stories over and over, and show pictures of the victims over and over. I know what happened. I saw those horrible images on the news, I will never forget them.
I didn’t kill anyone, why do I need to see those images over and over. I know.
I know it’s a tragedy, I know.
I know that sweet little boy was amazing, he was EIGHT. I don’t need you to remind me. I know.
Why do the media, and every PERSON on social media feel the need to rehash horrible events and images, over and over and over. I KNOW DAMNIT.
I have a television, and internet access, and radio. I know what happened. STOP posting horrible images over and over and over. I know. The good people KNOW.
Chances are you’re not reaching the bad people. And they don’t know these are bad images, because they are BROKEN, or they wouldn’t have done this in the first place. By reposting, rebroadcasting, you’re only feeding their need right now for the wrong kind of fame. You’re beating good people over the head with horrible images, and we already know. WE KNOW.
Stop telling me these people are cowards. I know.
Stop telling me to love my children. I do.
Stop telling me to hold them close because someone else can’t. I know.
I don’t need a reminder that this time goes by fast. I know.
I don’t need you to tell me that my life and their lives are precious. I know.
But those are just humans, having human responses to other human behavior. It’s easier for me to leave the party, than try to tell any other human beings how to behave. I know that too.
But LIFE on the other hand? I’d like to grab that bastard by the short and curlies and tell it:
Stop reminding me how short life is. I know.
STOP teaching me awful lessons about human behavior. I know.
Stop reminding me that everyone has their own struggle. I know.
Stop showing me every day how fast my babies grow up. I KNOW.
Stop giving me reasons to clutch them and never let them out of my sight.
Stop teaching me through HORRIBLE EXAMPLES of how wrong a human being can go. I KNOW!
Look at my past, don’t you think I KNOW THAT by now for fuck’s sake?
Do you think I try to overcome my horrible self and be kind to strangers and the homeless and bratty spoiled kids and typically annoying human beings who do the same shitty things over and over and emotionally unstable lunatics because I LIKE IT? No. I do it because I am also a human and I am also flawed and before I tried to be a better person, there were people that were kind to me.
I didn’t know why they were kind, I didn’t understand the circle, but I do now. I know.
I know that if I am kind to people, even when they annoy the shit out of me, hell especially when they annoy the shit out of me, they may eventually start to get it, and be kind to others, and it will grow from there. I know.
I get it, okay? So just STOP with the awful terribleness already.
Lighten up a little and let us enjoy the day.