Author Chuck Wendig has a simple reminder:
[perfectpullquote align=”full” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=”17″] I’m not okay. You’re not okay. And it’s okay we’re not okay.
Your response is that you’re not okay because things are very much not okay. It is perfectly acceptable, normal, and expected to feel fucked up in a fucked up situation. Broken politics, Zoom school, gender reveal forest fires, Patriotic Re-Education, Herman Cain tweeting about the hoax virus that he actually died from — in this endlessly scrolling set of brand new WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE verses, it’s easy to feel like you’re the broken one. But you’re not. You’re just responding to a broken world. And not just broken in a normal way — but broken in a way that’s hard to parse, that doesn’t form clean fractures. The difference between a snapped femur and someone who stuck one hand in a blender. We’re tip-toeing across a tightrope, and on one side is a chasm of Absurdist Incompetence and on the other is a pit of Active Malevolence and we’re just trying not to fall. [/perfectpullquote]
Read the whole thing. It pretty much encapsulates how I’ve been the last few days, weeks, months…