I don’t want to talk about it

I’m sure those in the blogging community will know what I’m talking about when I say that transferring an idea you have to a bright screen is often quite the challenge. If you’re reading this, and you’ve ever read any of my musings, you know that I get most of my ideas for blogs from observing things around me. I had the urge to write something today, but I didn’t want to write about the stuff that’s been going on since the turn of 2020.

I don’t want to write about the Coronavirus and how it’s been wreaking havoc with lives, governmental operations, economies, and just causing everyone to look at completely different ways of how to do things in a new-normal way. The toll of sick and dead continue to rise, as governments around the world seem to be struggling in trying to figure out how to get their economies up and running full speed again.

I don’t want to talk about policing in the United States and how the live and in living color death of George Floyd at the hands of one in blue, whose job it is to serve was seen around the world squeezing the life out of Floyd’s body. Floyd’s senseless death quickly resulted in a reflection on all the other African Americans who have ceased to exit while having an encounter with the people in blue. These encounters often began in normally unremarkable fashion and escalated into situations where the breath of life was sucked out of a human being.

I don’t want to talk about the politics of divisiveness which has taken hold of families, communities, local city halls and legislatures at both the state and federal level in the United states. Service to community and country seem to be a thing of the past, while drawing lines in the sand for another fight is the order of the day. Politicians for some ungodly reason are too consumed with fighting across the aisle versus serving (all) of the people who elected them to office.

I don’t want to talk about the lull in school shootings we’ve seen over the last three months, which obviously has resulted from there being no schools opened due to the Coronavirus pandemic. It saddens me to think that it took the closing of schools because of the Coronavirus for there to be no more school shootings. If you question my cause and effect theory here, that’s alright. I’m simply expressing my opinion, and I’ll stick with it.

I don’t want to talk about how things might be when we can get back to normal (?), and how emotionally scarred some of us will be. Some have accepted the idea that we will be operating under a new-normal. At what point does a new-normal become normal? The iPhone was released by Apple June 29, 2007. It become normal very quickly. After all, normal is that point where conforming to a standard is expected behavior. I ventured out to run some errands today. There were masked hombres everywhere. I didn’t see that three months ago.

No. I don’t want to talk about any of this stuff.

I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.

5 thoughts on “I don’t want to talk about it

  1. rangewriter June 26, 2020 / 6:08 pm

    Interesting juxtaposition of iPhone becoming the new normal and CDC guidelines being embraced as the new normal. I still know people who rather belligerently refuse to step into the smart phone age. You know them, the proud luddites. I suppose it will be the same with masks and physical distancing.

    I’m finding it difficult to write about anything these days without sliding off into that greasy slime of all those things you don’t want to talk about. Neither do I, dang it.

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    • oldandblessed June 26, 2020 / 7:54 pm

      Althoiugh we may not want to talk about certain things, we dare not be ignorant about them. And, of course, with knowledge comes an inclination to offer expository, or idle chatter anyway.

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  2. catterel June 26, 2020 / 6:45 pm

    I no longer read or watch the news – just flip through the headlines. Occasionally there’s a positive item, but I really don’t want to know or talk about all the doom and gloom. Still, this too will pass.

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  3. oldandblessed June 26, 2020 / 7:57 pm

    As I look down the dark tunnel, I prefer to think the light coming is that of a rescue team, dilvering the news that all of this is just about over. ( I can dream, cant I?)

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