Trump shooting continued…
Whenever something horrible happens, I always want to find other people and bond over it, with real talk. But people, I find, aren’t that deep; they’d rather keep chasing their time-wasting addictions, show off their trips and recipes and Hallmark wisdom.
Conversely, there’s a nihilistic part of me deep inside that wants more horrible things to happen. Come on, Russia…North Korea…drop the nukes already, just end it all.
I can already see the pointlessness of life. This shooting only teases even more of it. We tell ourselves to push through, because tomorrow’s Monday and you have a work meeting for a possible job. Bills, appointments, obligations, responsibilities…they won’t wait.
When people die, are they relieved? Even a little? Do they think, “Thank god, I don’t have to _________________ anymore!”
The assassination attempt is already a jolt to the system, how in the world am I supposed to go on?
Misery and ego go hand in hand, so might as well go too far and say: maybe this horrible world event happened to help keep tomorrow’s job meeting in perspective. If the former president can dodge a bullet, I can surely face a new writing gig, ha ha.
In the meantime, I confess, I’m getting a fucked-up kick out of the shit show that’s ensuing in the media of public opinion: people tempting fate by wishing death on Trump, Biden putting on his compassion like an Easter bonnet in a windstorm, politicians jerking off to the fall-out, everyone expecting us to conveniently forget their dangerous rhetoric days before.
And hey, it’s a neat way to get eyes on the Republican Convention tomorrow…
I hate how this world has turned me into just another asshole in the wheel of life… Plus, I cheated big-time today, with dumplings and ramyeon.