It's been a while. As usual.
Normally I manage to overcome
some of my more OCD issues during the fasting month,
but man,
the past few days have made me feel like
I've been swimming under water.
Tired all the time.
Too stressed over
buying cryptocurrency at the right time,
so I can get a bit of profit over a day or week or month.
Oh, and I'm getting more and more annoyed
at by some people I know in the US,
who on the surface,
seem to care a great deal about
civil rights and social justice.
But more and more,
it seems to me like
their concerns are mostly superficial,
and dependent on how impacted they really are.
The pandemic has really brought that into focus.
As soon as they're even mildly affected,
it seems like the people they supposedly cared about,
including kids in cages,
don't seem to matter anymore.
Never mind that they've got gardens and lawns
and vehicles and can still get around.
Never mind that they've got access to masks
and medicine and electricity and the internet.
Oh no.
They're suffering greatly, you see.
One of them especially,
likes to use the term (with a stoic expression on her face) #inthetimeofquarantine....
and I saw this,
while they were WALKING TOGETHER DOWN A STREET.
I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK "QUARANTINE" MEANS, lady.
There's so much more I'd like to write.
But there's so little time.
From the delusion of Americans
around the politics of their country,
and their so-called exceptionalism,
to the fuckers right here in Singapore
who can't even do basic social distancing.
There's another aspect of staying
at home 24/7 that's frustrating, exhausting.
The Littlest Dictator.
I love her and would die for her.
And she tries, she really does.
But the constant interruptions.
Sometimes it's hard to finish a single goddamn sentence.
Couple this with the work I have to do
over the weekday,
which I usually end up having to do in the evening,
partly because I can't focus for shit,
and partly because of the interruptions,
and it means that I can't get much done overall.
It's not her fault at all.
Not on iota.
She's five years old,
and sharp as a tack.
Kind and empathetic as well.
But it is exhausting.
And that can translate into frustrating and anger,
which I need to constantly work on.
Well enough of that.
