(dear) People of the Future -
09/21/2022
I am writing this around 1 AM, on Wednesday, September 21st, 2022.
I just wrote a long rambly update, and then deleted it. Here’s a short version:
Health and mental health problems continue to be a problem.
It’s too fucking hot, especially for late September. I’m not looking forward to this being an annual trend.
The Queen of England died. I don’t particularly have any strong opinions about it, besides a general American “monarchies are bad and we should have gotten rid of them by now, even the largely ceremonial ones”.
President Biden declared the pandemic “over”, which as someone living with long covid who isn’t looking forward to possibly picking up more long covid is honestly pretty depressing news. Looking at how the 1918 Spanish Flu outbreak ended, I’m not surprised we’re headed firmly towards a “well fuck chronically ill people” future, but it’s still not encouraging.
The governor of Florida kidnapped a bunch of people and human trafficked them across the country to “own the libs”, and it was too dumb and awful for me to go into fully.
I have a birthday coming up in about two weeks. The big 45. I’m definitely feeling some kind of low key mid life crisis about it, not so much because of the number but because I am full of regrets and doubts and fears and wishes that I’d have done some big things differently 25 years ago but it’s a bit late now.
Not everything is terrible. Friends are good, I’ve been doing a lot of work around the house, and I’m in love with all of the shows on Dropout. Laughing at Make Some Noise or Um, Actually or Play It By Ear has been some solid joy in this stupid dystopia. Hopefully you live in a future where some remnant of these shows exists.
That’s all for now. Take care of yourselves. I’m gonna try to write something interesting or smart in the next two weeks. We’ll see.
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