Exhaustion, Anyone?

I’m tired.

Are you tired?

I’ve started burning any mail related to the upcoming election without reading it because let’s face facts:

We’ve all, already, made up our minds.

I’m not going to try to change anyones thoughts or opinions as far as this election goes. I’m not only tired of trying but I’m tired of feeling like I’m supposed to try.

Neither is a candidate to jump for joy over and to be completely truthful I’m annoyed by anyone that has found anything to celebrate about either option. Two white dudes cut from different corners of the same damn cloth. The only difference is that one seems to at least know when to shut the hell up.

Guess which one I’m voting for?

But I don’t want to argue. As I said, we’ve all made up our minds so let’s just get this shit over with.

The air is thick with hate and anxiety. Everywhere you go and everywhere you look people are angry or tense or both. Maybe I’m an empath, or maybe there’s no such thing and I’m just crazy, but I feel like I’m suffocating under the pressure of everyone around me’s emotions.

It’s rare to go out and see people happy anymore.

I imagine that this is the closest that we can get to seeing what animals look like before a hurricane or an earthquake.

Everyday is another: “What the hell happened today?”

It’s hard to make plans. It’s hard to move forward because it feels as though the world is just stopped and waiting for this fucking election to end. Waiting for this corona/covid-19/plague 2020 to end or maybe kill us all. Whichever comes first.

Who the hell knows anymore?

I don’t. And let’s be real here, no one else does either.

We’re all just getting by, and that’s okay right now. What else can you do?

I’ve decided to start taking pictures again. I miss it and if the world is going to end, or just get even slightly worse, then I want to spend more time doing things that I enjoy. Things that make me happy.

So I’m going to take more pictures damn it.