So Damn Tired

I’m getting so damn tired of talking about my restless nights. That even with my father-in-law I didn’t even want to mention it this morning. But Praise the Lord! I’m up with all my senses seemingly intact looking out over a totally hurricane season kinda day. For those of you that don’t live in the Southeast, call your grandparents in Florida, they’ll tell you all about it. Anyway after a hot shower and a shave, my 62 year old ass is up waiting to take on the world.
 
But it’s a much different world than I’m used to. For a while there, I felt like I was on top of all this. Then there were all my health issues, then my kids grew up and started running the world. So I’m left here going, “what the hell is going on”! Now at the reasonably mature age of 62, I feel like I fell off the boat or something. Where all the news is bleak and dark and no one on either side of the political spectrum has anything good to say. So I bob around in the wading pool of my own opinions, too young to agree with most my age. And too damn old to pound the streets looking to get arrested or worse.
 
So I barricade myself in my tiny cocoon listening to one side dehumanizing the other, with all these little “wink, winks” and “dog whistles”. But all that every gets me is more isolated and frankly paranoid. That’s when I stop and come to my good senses, looking inward and asking myself, “why?” Why do we jump to such conclusions? Why is my heart beating so fast? And, why do I refuse to listen to civil discourse? People we got to work on ourselves and our personal relationships. Then follow up by listening to the greater public, all while doing our damnest not to judge at arm’s length. How about we all give each other a shot and listen, instead of taking off an arm when a band-aid would do.