Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#10: Jumbled Like Jenga
Some of my friends ( in Facebook World ) are insisting that they only want to see and post about beautiful thoughts and lovely pictures of Sunsets and lovely blissful drives through the suburbs and stories about delicious meals that they’ve gone out and enjoyed and the cutsie masks that they wore.
No talk about politics. No Talk about the Coronavirus. The idea is that if we think beautiful thoughts, the world will be a beautiful place.
Reality be damned! They’re building this beautiful world of theirs on line picture by picture and post to post and don’t you DARE say it isn’t so.
Well, I’ll damned well say it ISN’T a beautiful place right now. There a beautiful moments but that’s not the same.
My life isn’t a beautiful montage of pictures and song and no matter how much and how hard I say it is on social media.
My life is disjointed. My life- the one where I went to museums, the symphony, to dogparks and on crowded trains and buses to work or to play or to visit my friends and family is gone.
Well, it’s not gone, it’s in a jumble.
If I had to describe my life, I would say it’s like looking into that box in your hall closet or garage that you’ve thrown stuff into over the years and one day you open it up ( because it’s in the way or you’re looking for something else ) and look inside of it and you say, ” What the Hell? Where did this stuff come from?”
Below is a taste of my day to day world.
Sticker bushes that line the freeways and railroad tracks, construction sites and facemasks and everyday I am out there I am thinking, ” Is this the day I get sick? Is this the day I make someone else sick? Was the world always this gritty and smelly and were the colors always this dull?
That’s my world now and all the wishful thinking and pretty pictures and happy thoughts and clever memes won’t be changing that matter how hard I try and how many times I bash my head into those Sunny, Happy, Facebook Walls.