Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Yesterday was a super crappy day. Lots of sh*t happening, none of which was good (well, my new sofa was delivered and that was good). And no one died, or went to the hospital, nothing that serious, just the kinds of stuff that happens when something or someone intrudes on my bubble.
I admit I live in a bubble. I would lose my mind if I didn't. I don't watch news, I prefer to stay home, I get most of the information I know from familiar sources -- those I choose. I am fortunate. Not everyone can do that. And my bubble is my protection from the outside world which makes me crazy, maybe not "diagnosis crazy," but maybe it would be if I didn't have my bubble.
Yesterday was a blue day, sort of a denim blue crayon, headed into another blue day today, more midnight blue crayon. I don't usually think in colors, especially crayon colors, but blue days are definitely different shades. Yesterday and today are definitely not robin's egg blue crayon days.
After 9/11, I think many Americans, including myself, had great faith in our fellow man, even after all of the awfulness that 9/11 brought with it. Our own worlds, I felt, got a little closer, a little softer. We were gentle with each other, for the most part.
In the past five years or so, I think the gentleness has been lost. Yesterday was an example of that to me, that people can be mean with absolutely no reason, and I think people are meaner today than they have been in my entire life. I find that the people I come in contact with today (when I must emerge from my bubble) are self-centered, lazy, greedy, and faithless.
I know this post is depressing, and my apologies. I guess what I just wanted to say is, without my bubble, which includes all of the people I know here and on their own blogs, and people I know in real life, who have faith in a wonderful, all-powerful God, this world would just be too murky a blue to even find my way in. Today, I am ever so grateful for the Light.