The Daily Grind

I grind my teeth a lot these days. It’s a new habit.

About the only times I don’t do it are when I’m eating or sleeping, and I’m not totally sure about the sleeping.

I think it’s rooted in anxiety.

I’m just really at a loss for what to say, anymore, people. That’s why it takes me so long to write anything these days; I’m just stupefied by what I’ve seen these last few months.

In my 62 years of existence on this planet, I have never seen my country in as sorry a shape as it’s in now.

Whether it’s climate change, COVID vaccines, election results or America’s racist history, there are lots of folks who are so deliberately ignorant of facts (and so in your face about it), and so blindly accepting of the most outlandish fiction ever created, it could make my head explode.

And I don’t know what to do about ‘em. They’re dug in. They will not listen.

That’s maddening. Heartbreaking. Even dangerous.

And that last part really scares me. It gives me nightmares.

The only bright side I can see is, they’re in the minority. Reason and common sense, along with compassion for others, can still be found in this country in great supply, fortunately.

But not a day goes by that doesn’t give me a reason to grind my teeth. At the brazenness, at the endless lying, at the defiant middle finger being directed at our democracy.

Folks, America is being tested as it hasn’t in a very long time, and it will be up to us to answer this challenge, in whatever way we can. The stakes are just too high.

What can you do? What can I do? It’s time to decide, and to act.

I just hope my teeth don’t get ground all the way down to the gums.

The Bigger Pandemic

It occurs to me, coronavirus isn’t nearly as widespread, nor does it inflict as much damage, as ignorance.

I just shake my head in bewilderment at all the people I see choosing to not take one of the simplest and most effective precautions against coronavirus:

Wearing a freakin’ mask.

Is it really that inconvenient? Is it embarrassing? Is it such an assault on your personal freedom? Do you live in the fantasy that if you don’t wear one, then the virus isn’t real? Do you feel invulnerable to this disease that’s killing so many of us every day? Do you hold so little regard for the people around you as to risk their lives, as well as your own?

Or is it because your president doesn’t wear one, either?

I mean, really, what is your reasoning behind it?

Believe me, I don’t like wearing it, either. It can get hot. It can make breathing more difficult. And yeah, it’s not the most flattering look.

So what?

There’s a deadly disease out there, whether you want to acknowledge it or not. It kills. And, as yet, we have no vaccine to prevent it.

Our strongest line of defense right now is a mask. Our second strongest is knowledge. We have experts in science and health warning us of the magnitude of coronavirus, and how we must defend against it.

Don’t trust science? Get over it. Scientists are trying hard to keep us alive, and your total disregard for their advice is preventing that.

And personally, I resent that.

I’m just trying to survive this thing, however long it lasts. And you, my willfully ignorant friend, are making that tougher.

I understand, some of you actually have a good medical reason for not wearing a mask; I know one such person. This is not directed at you.

It’s for all you out there who “just can’t be bothered” with it.

Grow the hell up, and put the mask on. You’re not any more special than me. The virus is bad enough without you aiding and abetting it.