Back to How It Feels
November 19, 2016
Day eleven and the republic still stands.
Woke up, rolled over, focused on the bedside clock – 4:19 am. Fucking wonderful! Gonna be another early start; never getting back to sleep. Because… Because…. Because, the Donald is really a thing.
I still get blindsided by that realization all the time. Upon waking up, when returning from some fleeting thought, while puzzling through a broken poem, even as I brush my dog – boom, it hits me. Donald Trump will be a part of my life and I don’t get to change the station this time.
When experiencing despair sometimes it helps to turn to our most profound thinkers.
“The only real laughter comes from despair.”
― Groucho Marx, The Groucho Letters
Well Groucho, I eagerly await the punchline to this joke. It should be great, huge, the greatest punchline ever.
Since I’m going with feelings today, let’s close with an angry little poem:
they eagerly embrace
the risk of hating
That’s all I got today. Take care of yourselves and each other,