I read something today which resonated. The essay posited that people are exhausted at the chaos of the world around us, overwhelmed with stories of natural disasters, wars, children starving, a government that seems hellbent on inflicting as much cruelty to us and damage to the principals our nation was founded on just as quickly as it can. Our sensibilities are under attack by an unending barrage of actual wtf events over and over again on a nearly daily basis.
I read along, and I saw nothing to disagree with.
But the writer felt that when a human being feels powerless, it is a natural response to turn to ourselves to control the things that we can: our homes, divesting ourselves of the things that are weighing us down, decluttering, creating a home that comforts us an makes us feel that, there, at least, we have control, that we can find safety in our space.
I guess that I have never seen myself as Suzy Homemaker, or as they phrase it nowadays 'trad wife'. Yet here I am, cleaning like a crazy woman, taking great pleasure in my little neat as a pin house.
What am I?
Scared, maybe?
Trump’s gutting of PBS opens the door for PragerU’s propaganda https://share.google/QwcWyUfmKGk8tmVtQ
Read up on Dennis Prager's thoughts on incest.
I cleaned the top of my refrigerator today. I polished the stainless steel. Probably a coincidence, though.
I am caught between catching a bus to Washington DC to throw a sandwich at an ICE agent and locking myself in my house and digging a bunker.
ReplyDeleteI have seen that idea on several blogs. The idea that all we can do is find what peace, security, we can in our own little corner. Being nice to everyone we meet, doing what little good we can for others to try to tip the scales a little. Alas. Not much consolation for me. I think the house is ablaze, the ship is sinking, etc. and we are all with our blinders on trying to hide from an unimaginable end. To me, that behavior on our parts guarantees the ending. Sorry not an uplifting comment.
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