As the song goes, yesterday was a long hot summer day. Therapy, lunch, one terrible thing, working on this afghan, and another terrible thing.
Neither terrible thing are mine to talk about, but I want something from this world it cannot give me. I want good people to have okay lives. Or at least lives that make sense.
I feel like I never know what to say in these situations. The world needs a kid of generous compassion applied gently that I don’t know how to give.
This is, I think, one of the things that when I was younger led me away from creationism. If we were created by a wise and caring being, even with a fallen world, why is it so hard to be good to each other, to know the right things to say, to genuinely be soothing and helpful?
Instead, we’re just lonely sacks of meat and shit bumbling around trying to make the most of it and often failing. Each of us alone in our flesh bags trying to bridge the insurmountable gaps between us.
Tiny Cat Pants 