I am, in no particular order, sick of:
- White people;
- the Internet;
- absolutely everyone and everything else.
Okay maybe it’s in that order. That exact fucking order, in fact. I’ve been on a self-imposed Facebook break for the last couple of weeks; if you’ve seen me post there it’s because something else I’m using autoposted for me, and I haven’t missed it. That’s across both my author and Clark Kent identities, and I’m considering a mass unfriending (again) on the CK account of literally everyone but immediate family and people who I have no other way of keeping track of.
And then there’s Twitter, which is normally my outlet for politics-related stuff so that I don’t have to vomit it up here, but which has been on an exceptionally stupid bender for the last couple of days. I just tore myself away from it and closed the app down when I caught myself moments away from sending an incendiary reply to someone I generally respect who was criticizing my college hometown for having too few pleasant places to sit. Which is, like, abject nonsense; the entire town is a pleasant place to sit, but what the fuck do I care one way or another if someone is wrong about that? I do not have any reason to care. None at all. And yet.
Who knows; maybe this is the Lexapro talking again and maybe the world did get measurably dumber recently. There was that attack in London last night, which does always tend to bring out the stupidest among us. But in general I’m just not in the mood for humanity lately.
I’m going to go put the boy to bed now and try to bask in something happy and simple for a few minutes. Everybody else, like, go outside, or something.