Today is a day of frustration. My body won’t do what I need it to do; my head won’t do what I need it to do.
It’s a day of frustration and unknowing and a good dose of fear.
My attention won’t do what I need it to do. It’s like buckshot; I send it out with all the focus I can muster only to have it spread out, landing on shiny and unshiny alike.
I’m frustrated due to limitation, but that will pass. I’m frustrated due to seeing otherwise intelligent people lose all reason when it comes to pride.
Pride of what?
I’m frustrated with politicians and pundits acting like three year old children, unable to discuss straight-forwardly what they are for, instead, countering and insulting their opponents. I’m frustrated with people who mistake opponents for enemies and sound bites for reasoned argument.
I’m frustrated with the celebrated repetition of falsehood: you know, the bearing false witness thing. I’m frustrated with the fact that we have lost our ability to consider the source.
Not all sources are equal.
I’m frustrated that parroting what so-and-so said or such-and-such did has become an art form, and when the parrots are confronted with contradictory data, they view facts as an assault on their character.
I’m frustrated with people who have appropriated the term “family values”: where once it meant honesty, integrity, good citizenship, and compassion, it has been reduced to “one man + one woman.”
I’m frustrated with the blame-game, this activity of (insert word here)-shaming, with finger-pointing and the utter, utter lack of accountability.
I’m frustrated with people who won’t do what I need them to do–return a phone call, fill a prescription.
I’m frustrated with myself–and it’s so much easier to find frustration with other things. I can’t seem to get a single word down about a cat I miss more than I thought I would. A cat whose timing was so precise, our evolution so cosmically timed, that her going off into the woods, ostensibly to die, coincided perfectly with my first RA flare up.
I’m frustrated.
Two strange things happened this week, both involving a single word “peace.”
Lyrical Fool 