Stranger Danger

Despite how nice a day it was yesterday and how I was actually looking forward to my Defibrillator Technicians appointment. I felt like shit. My head was spinning, my sinuses ached, and I just knew I shouldn’t be driving. So I unfortunately rescheduled the appointment and went back to bed. I’ve gotten pretty acute at telling what it is wrong with me. And to be honest, I don’t think that had anything to do with my heart and a lot to do with my head. So I took the time to rest and I’m sure glad I did.
 
So now I’m sitting here the next morning waiting for the medication to kick in. While typing this little ditty to entertain, inform, and maybe bore you while you sit on the toilet. While I may not be coming at this with the seriousness of a great writer or an astute essayist. But it’s mine. Coming from depths of my conscience and heart. I don’t get many chances to carry on conversations with others face to face. That’s mainly because most people I associate with are either too busy or just plain don’t know how. In professional settings it’s usually the first, in casual setting it’s always the latter.
 
Coming up in an age where you either talked to people or you were considered a bit weird. With the turn of the last millennia, it’s much more convenient to speak in text or emoji. And as far as carrying on a conversation with strangers. Well “stranger danger” and Covid all but took care of those annoyances. So unfortunately being the age I am, I’m too old to keep my mouth shut. And too damn young to be ignored as incoherent…at least by some. So I’m left to type out my thoughts and emotions on this keyboard all by myself, which is kinda sad. Still sadder are the millions of others without the ability or will to do what I do…which is write. Left to fend for themselves, in a world that doesn’t really care, unless you produce. They are entertained by the propaganda our enslavers love to procreate. Creating a world filled with cattle lined up for the slaughter.