Not like they were, not like the 2020 election, not like January 6th, not like BLM, not like coronavirus.
I know it’s in the past and there’s no sense living in the past, but y’all mother fuckers Lost your minds.
Like, the whole thing.
We all watched, and tried to navigate the best we could,
But seriously, people got seriously freaked the fuck out.
And you were supposed to ask yourself a lot of important questions..
About what’s important.
About who is important to you.
About what you’re doing with this gift called time.
What is the word?
Transformative?
Catalyst shit.
The Cadillac of catalyst shit.
The creepy, crafty caregivers careening cautiously.
A massive hand, strong but gentle. Controlling the flow, out here guiding this mother fucker like water.
I didn’t plan on developing an interest in groups, and I still like individuals more,
But there’s words,
Words like “hive mind”
Words like “thought police”
Words like equality, words like free speech, words like self-evident, words like posturing, words like influence, words like ego, words like naval gazing, words like antibodies.
Words like cancel.
Words like ostracize.
Works like division.
Words like selective memory.
Words like intention.
…….
Freaks me out.
The whole thing freaks me out.
So you detach.
Try to make friends with yourself.
Think about how you choose to live, or the lack thereof.
The lack of thought in it.
I think I’m done buying things.
dawn 