Great ending, although I hope, no, I don't hope anything, hope doesn't work for me, but I would like for this stinking pile of shit to disappear in a lightning strike and a lot of screaming. I want to listen and I want to watch. I have never had a migraine, I am sorry you do. Not a good time to be vulnerable. Thank you for this excellent writing.
I don’t know why I plague myself with questions about how anyone can continue to support this. I already know something awful must have happened to make a person not care about other people, but I have this crazy idea if I can just say it in the right way maybe I’ll get through, even to one person. But I know that I won’t, they’re in too deep. They look at a nasty old narcissist on the roof of the White House who does nothing but lie, and think, that’s my man! So yeah, nothing I have to say is gonna get through. So I’ll just be over here screaming into the abyss, Abby!!! But I’m in the BEST company and that’s a lot. Many days your writing is the thing that makes me laugh or cry or remember that it is such a gift to be here even if things are absolutely unfathomable, and it keeps me sane and I thank you. Hugs!! 🤍❤️🩹
oh shit, Ally. I wrote you a thank you and a reply but it has vanished. just to say thank you, but I’m old, been knocking around a long time and still all I can come with are spells and curses that are not available to me. I wish we could make they all itch so badly that they die from it while we eat popcorn and drink and point at them scratching themselves to death, and we will laugh and laugh and laugh. The we will all hug each other and cry.
I got both your responses here and laughed both times because I would be so down to eat popcorn and drink beer with you as we all watch your itching spells take effect. In my entire life I have never been a person who would wish ill on anyone, not even people who have done me wrong because I have always understood hurt people hurt people. But these people in our government are a whole different breed. They enjoy the cruelty and they have infected their followers with the same disease. I fear the only way to break the spell is to cast a new one. I like the sound of yours and I wish I could grant you the power to make it so. Short of that I wish I could come and drink beer and eat popcorn with you just for the fun of it. I feel like that would help. Giant hugs and much love. You make the world a better place.
Oh Ally. Thank you. I’m just old, and have done a lot of pondering, still come up with nothing but curses. Wishing I were a witch and could put a terrifically painful or wildly itchy curse on all of them. Something funny that they would die from while we all watch and drink beer and eat popcion.
And laugh and point. Itching to death. Yes. That one.
Literally crying at your story about getting on the plane (very pro-420 over here after coming through cancer surgery twice). Also making sure Jenn reads this, because she's dealing with some of the same stuff. Hugs to you, dear friend. Thank you for putting your work into the world.
Yes, I will definitely not do that again, although I laugh every time I think about that plane ride. But I am now firmly on the 420 train for pain management.
And I’ll talk to Jenn any time about any of this if she wants to. I’ve found a few things that have seemed to really help and wasted a lot of time and money on things that haven’t helped at all 🤍
Wow, Ally - you did it again, and i felt all them feelings. I think the latter part of your essay perfectly explains the former: Anyone with a heart not made from cement, skin not made of lizard (sorry, lizards), and a brain not enclosed in an impenetrable steel cap, will feel terrible pain when confronted with terrible things. i think it means we're not dead inside yet, and that's a good thing? I worry most about the people who don't have dark days - what world do they live in? Zombies, one and all. (Actually, I don't worry about them.)
I think it is a good thing to be feeling all this despair and outrage because the alternatives don’t look appealing at all. It’s not easy, and there are days I want to pull a blanket over my head, but I’d still rather be us. Hugs from Santa Monica where the weather is sunny but I am rather stormy these days. But trying.
Great ending, although I hope, no, I don't hope anything, hope doesn't work for me, but I would like for this stinking pile of shit to disappear in a lightning strike and a lot of screaming. I want to listen and I want to watch. I have never had a migraine, I am sorry you do. Not a good time to be vulnerable. Thank you for this excellent writing.
I don’t know why I plague myself with questions about how anyone can continue to support this. I already know something awful must have happened to make a person not care about other people, but I have this crazy idea if I can just say it in the right way maybe I’ll get through, even to one person. But I know that I won’t, they’re in too deep. They look at a nasty old narcissist on the roof of the White House who does nothing but lie, and think, that’s my man! So yeah, nothing I have to say is gonna get through. So I’ll just be over here screaming into the abyss, Abby!!! But I’m in the BEST company and that’s a lot. Many days your writing is the thing that makes me laugh or cry or remember that it is such a gift to be here even if things are absolutely unfathomable, and it keeps me sane and I thank you. Hugs!! 🤍❤️🩹
oh shit, Ally. I wrote you a thank you and a reply but it has vanished. just to say thank you, but I’m old, been knocking around a long time and still all I can come with are spells and curses that are not available to me. I wish we could make they all itch so badly that they die from it while we eat popcorn and drink and point at them scratching themselves to death, and we will laugh and laugh and laugh. The we will all hug each other and cry.
I got both your responses here and laughed both times because I would be so down to eat popcorn and drink beer with you as we all watch your itching spells take effect. In my entire life I have never been a person who would wish ill on anyone, not even people who have done me wrong because I have always understood hurt people hurt people. But these people in our government are a whole different breed. They enjoy the cruelty and they have infected their followers with the same disease. I fear the only way to break the spell is to cast a new one. I like the sound of yours and I wish I could grant you the power to make it so. Short of that I wish I could come and drink beer and eat popcorn with you just for the fun of it. I feel like that would help. Giant hugs and much love. You make the world a better place.
Oh Ally. Thank you. I’m just old, and have done a lot of pondering, still come up with nothing but curses. Wishing I were a witch and could put a terrifically painful or wildly itchy curse on all of them. Something funny that they would die from while we all watch and drink beer and eat popcion.
And laugh and point. Itching to death. Yes. That one.
Literally crying at your story about getting on the plane (very pro-420 over here after coming through cancer surgery twice). Also making sure Jenn reads this, because she's dealing with some of the same stuff. Hugs to you, dear friend. Thank you for putting your work into the world.
Yes, I will definitely not do that again, although I laugh every time I think about that plane ride. But I am now firmly on the 420 train for pain management.
And I’ll talk to Jenn any time about any of this if she wants to. I’ve found a few things that have seemed to really help and wasted a lot of time and money on things that haven’t helped at all 🤍
Wow, Ally - you did it again, and i felt all them feelings. I think the latter part of your essay perfectly explains the former: Anyone with a heart not made from cement, skin not made of lizard (sorry, lizards), and a brain not enclosed in an impenetrable steel cap, will feel terrible pain when confronted with terrible things. i think it means we're not dead inside yet, and that's a good thing? I worry most about the people who don't have dark days - what world do they live in? Zombies, one and all. (Actually, I don't worry about them.)
I think it is a good thing to be feeling all this despair and outrage because the alternatives don’t look appealing at all. It’s not easy, and there are days I want to pull a blanket over my head, but I’d still rather be us. Hugs from Santa Monica where the weather is sunny but I am rather stormy these days. But trying.
I'd rather be us, too. And I hope your migraines will stop, no explanation needed. They sound excruciating. xoxo
All these women who think that “my man protects me” “he takes care of me”. Sure. Yes. Because he considers you a piece of his property.
Yes, and best not step out of line. Ugh it makes me sad and sick to my stomach.
Too many thoughts in my head is probably my lifetime diagnosis. Glad you are feeling better.
Me too, Mary, me too. And thank you, it sure does make you appreciate feeling good lol. Hugs.
Ugh. We’re too hot for migraines. I’m sorry you had a banger. They suck. xo
They really do. The relief and gratitude when they subside is profound, though, at least there’s that :) xo
I hope you're feeling a lot better. ❤️
I am feeling totally fine now, thankfully. And thank you 🙏🏼🥰