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Sick to My Soul
Are people worth it?
It’s morning. And after a night of tossing and turning, I feel like going back to bed. But I won’t, because I think writing here will provide some badly needed balm for my psyche, which is sinking into the muck even as I write this.
Recently I wrote a story about the assholes among us and whether or not they’re “winning.” I’ve linked to it, below.
As hard as it is for me to admit this, I believe they are. The assholes are systematically trouncing us into the dirt. Even scarier, they have a shit-ton of support.
Let me give you an example: In the story, I talked about the fact that my husband and I live on a corner lot that abuts a very busy side street. “Busy” in that people seem to think it’s permissible to drive 80mph in a 30mph zone.
In other words, they’re drag racing for want of something better to do. They’re not going anywhere, mind you. Not that I can tell. They’re just driving back and forth.
A few days ago, I created an account on a site called nextdoor.com. It’s a place where people can connect with others in their neighborhood for the purpose of buying and selling items, getting recommendations for tradesmen, and taking part in general discussions about crime in the area and the like.
