I've been playing ostrich... Not allowing any news into my line of vision. Staying in the beauty of the Season. Reading only in "My Pretty Blog Land." Avoiding all sources of 'what's going on' in the country and in the world.It felt good. It felt lovely. Don't I have enough troubles to deal with, close to home so to speak? Sure I do. Sure we all do. No one lives, in any form of a purrrrrrrrfect world.
But.... It hasn't been totally easy to stick my head in the sand. I keep remembering all those, who can't. And I want to deal with this personal conundrum .... By posting about it, maybe... But that's easy to avoid doing, too.
Until... Until I read this....
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"After years of head scratching and wrong conclusions about what is wrong with our society, I may finally see the answer. Based on the collective inability by an alarmingly large segment of our population to figure out that for us to survive we must defend ourselves, a likely explanation is put forward: too many among us are either clinically insane or so self-absorbed in their quest for the next fix that they have basically the same mental capabilities as the insane. Are any of these folks able to defend themselves in any way? Are the rest of us seriously expected to defend them, particularly those who are in their misery because of their own actions?"
"Those who do not react appropriately to threatening situations must have broken whatever it is that allows the rest of us to correctly ascertain whether we should stand to defend ourselves or run away. We seem now to have a huge group of people who instead of either of those choices now wants to just hang around and talk about it. They seem to maintain a pretend world where they simply choose not to contemplate being in a situation where they might break a nail or be otherwise inconvenienced in the slightest."
"How nice for them that they never have to face reality. They seem confident that the rest of us will fix everything for them, with no effort at all from them. Dream on!" ......
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So, is that what it boils down to? That I am so absorbed in living only in the beauty of the Season, and in gathering {what I figure to be my} just desserts of a comfortable Golden Years time... That I delude myself into thinking that All-Will-Turn-Out-OK-Eventually. Because Someone-Will-Handle-It. ???? Do I join those I don't usually join... In the futile wish to just live, and hang around and let someone else keep talking about problems? Making myself believe that someone, somewhere, somehow will figure it all out and make everything nice again...?
Have I really become that shallow and that juvenile, that I can believe this will work??!!?? -sigh-
Wondering if I am alone, in this pondering...? And if anyone else, has solutions...?
Illustration from Nancy Steinbock Posters
