No Matter What…

It’s been a bit… and really no matter what I say today – it’s gonna come across as it being all about me – sadly – I have not wrapped my head around being super subjective and with the world being a complete shit show right now – I write from my heart and I really do mean the sentiment in which it is intended so if I fack it up – I do apologize.

We’ve all settled into pandemic life.

It’s been what??? almost 3 months now and in our little area of the universe- we have for the most part adjusted accordingly and managed to carve out a semi regular routine.

Some have adjusted better than others and others are still struggling with how to cope.

And that’s ok. It is normal and fine and completely acceptable – in my opinion anyway.

Throw in the atrocities of these past few weeks or so and then deal with those feelings, emotions, hatred, glimpses of hope and love and stress.

I am by no means a political person.

I’d like to think of myself as a tolerant and accepting human. Not racist but I have not been true to myself.

BUT – I really am trying to understand and educate myself to be a better person.

I have really tried to educate myself via the interweb – that is painful because there is just too much out there and I am not capable or absorbing so much info in my brain.

So – I decided to talk to people about it and I found that – for me – that was the most educational and informative way to educate myself.

POC was a term that I had never heard and it took a 13 year old (I think she is 13 could be wrong but she is super cool and I love her) to teach me.

My children are so much more socially aware than I am which is awesome because now – the students have become the teachers and that means that I actually did do a good job raising them.

It is Pride Month – and I will always be be outspoken, supportive and big Mama Bear to our LGBTQ community.

BUT on some level I feel that I have still failed our black community.

Now before ya’ll go get your knickers in a knot – I am fine with the above statement.

I have black friends along with (shit this is gonna come out wrong) – White, Asian, Middle Eastern, LGBTQ, Religious, Athiest, Indigenous etc. (not meaning to leave anyone out)friends – IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER – I might add.

This is actually not all coming out in words they way I hear it in my head.

When someone says “Black Lives Matter” and someone else says “Don’t all lives matter” – well – yes all lives do matter but that is not we are currently discussing.

We can discuss “all lives” later – for sure and 100% but right now – we are discussing Black Lives.

And I do want to keep on discussing this until I can fully understand – it is important to me that I do so that I can do better as a human and a person so that I can support.

Sigh…

Why can’t the world just be a better place and accepting and respectful to all races and genders and lifestyles.

Why is that the all POC’s get painted with the same brush?

Why do all cops get painted with the same brush?

Why??

I saw a post on my FB feed that said “Black Lives Matter” doesn’t exclude other lives more than “Save the Whales” means fuck all the other sea creatures.

Is this where we are now?

Do we actually need to justify WHY we support?

Do we need to even have to attempt to explain anymore?

Double sigh…

While I truly did try and make this not all about “me” – I guess I am asking how I can do a better job going forward?

My brain seems to be in knots – could be the heat cause it is hotter than the fires of well wherever today.

I took a wee dip in our little redneck pool (can I say redneck?) cooled me off but certainly did not clear this confusion in my brain.

I think – what I am really trying to say – is love your fellow humans.

And sadly – that will surely backfire because I am likely to get a comment or two on “what if they are criminals or what if they are racist or evil or…or…or….????”

I am a win/win kinda gal – I guess I just wish that it’s always a win and never a lose.

I do promise to keep on learning and opening my mind up but I will shut it down if the media gets to my soul.

Be kind….

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