Several times a day I sit down and attempt a post only to delete it. There is too much rattling around my head and my fingers can’t type fast enough to keep up with all that’s in there. Here are a few of them.
This first is a good one. If you have been reading my blog for awhile you know I am really into geneology. If you haven’t been reading my blog, well, I am really into geneology. I have tracked thousands of people. I have had DNA testing. I have made special trips across Canada just to track a lead. Anyway, this week I connected with a 4th cousin. That means we share the same great, great, great, great grandparents. Two of their daughters started their own line. One was his 3rd great grandmother. The other, my 3rd great grandmother. He is an American who is very discouraged and angry right now, as most of you are. He is a former minister who came out of the closet and has since married. We have chatted a lot already through email. It’s so fun to meet distant, sometimes very distant relatives.
The next one is good too. This book came in the mail today! If you are a blogger in some of the same circles I travel you will know why I am excited about this. Tonight. Tonight I shall read in bed! I am withholding the blogger’s identity because of confidentiality.
Mostly though, I am feeling very anxious these days. And depressed. And a lot sad. Sad at what this world has become. It feels as if we have finally reached the tipping point. Or rather, the other side of the tipping point. The point of no return. This morning I logged into Fuckedupbook and was immediately smacked with an article about North Korea. You can’t turn the newsfeed off. It makes me wonder why it can’t be turned off but then I get into conspiracy theories. Anyway, that had me crying. And then I see posts of people looking like they are happy and who have their shit together and are not sitting crying over North Korea. So, I permanently deleted my account. It wasn’t a knee jerk reaction. I never wanted to sign up in the first place but my weight loss support group has a page there so I signed up. For months I have been telling my husband that I am done. Today I was. I will miss parts of it. Annette ‘s new baby grandson for one! And all of you of course. And, the quick and easy connection with friends. But like I said before, Facebook seems to keep us disconnected. It’s supposed to keep us connected but it really doesn’t. Not for me, anyway.
I think that’s it for now. Sleep tight old world. Try to not let us destroy you and all of your inhabitants.