I’ve woken up early this morning, on a Sunday after a troublesome night in dream land. Second night in a row.
I always make myself a half-caf coffee in the morning (I try to keep caffeine intake to a minimum so I don’t spontaneously combust), and usually it does the job of providing me with some sense of normality. Not today. My coffee is broken.
This has been a tough week given the results of the Presidential election here in the United States of Amurika. I, like a lot of other people out there feel bereft of my human dignity. Not that I didn’t before, but you know how it is, after a while you get used to it. This however, is an altogether different flavour of disappointment that I haven’t felt since I was a kid living in 80s London with a psychotic mother, an unforgiving older brother, an overworked absent father, and a lot of blind and prejudicial eyes either being turned from me, or aimed at me. My version of hell hands down. You have no idea how beef flavoured crisps and crap music can affect a person!
Whatever glimmer of hope I was hanging on to has been polished off of this particular gemstone. Perhaps it’ll pass, like this new presidency.
Some years back, before 9/11 I predicted, as is my wont, that by 2036 the United States of America would be in utter ruin. Like something out of a Mad Max movie no less. Hey, I don’t write this script. But as I predicted the burning of the Kuwait oilfields, and 9/11, not to mention the death of my ex-mother-in-law to the very day, including cause, I don’t take these things lightly. Despite this, I always err on the side of being optimistic, hoping that my insights may indeed be wrong. I’m not a doomsayer. Completely the opposite in fact, ask anyone who actually ‘knows’ me. But this recent shit has got me sitting up and paying attention.
It didn’t help that I got caught up last night watching a TV show about the doomsaying cult of Mary here in the U.S. no less. And honestly, I’m still waiting for the voice of reason to pipe up and tell me that it’s all just a bad dream that I’m going to wake up from very soon. Maybe that’s true too, in the grand scheme of things. But I just don’t know. And I think I’m allowed to just not know. Although it bugs me.
Here’s a song to cheer everybody up by the long lost band from the 80-90s, Del Amitri – Nothing Ever Happens. The irony is killing me…