Entropy

I don't know what to say.

This is nothing new.  I never know what to say.

I could say I'm anxious, but I don't have capital a Anxiety (at least that I know of). So I don't say that because it's disingenuous. 

Things are changing; we're moving in a month. 

I hate change. Hate it. I want to fight entropy as long as I can and keep the kipple away.

As bad as I am, my wife is worse. So I bottle my fight against reality up and let it out at therapy. But that's doesn't always work. In between the Krakatoa's of those twice-monthly eruptions there are a few Mount St. Helens. 

I never know what to say so I use song lyrics no one knows. Check my history and you'll find a laundry list of four chord wonders you've probably never heard of. Here's one:

Here's another:

Really - who knows these bands?

I end up feeling isolated and cut of and my big idea to connect is to delve into the obscure?

I'm the Riddler's emo cousin.

But, despite all this, I never feel alone. 

And I am so f'n lucky to never feel alone.

Right now I live in a country that wants to make people feel alone. The thing is, I've always lived here and right now the people who detest their ominous other are and charge. It's not really my country anymore.

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Except it is. Nothing has changed just because the ass hats have megaphones. I'm not absolved in this; I have to be louder.

If you are reading this you're not alone.

To my trans brethren, to the people like me with preexisting conditions, to my sisters,  to everyone regardless of who you love, to people that are black and brown and every shade, to the people out there that are white but aren't really (looking at you fellow Jews), to every Other, to every other person I forgot to mention. You are not alone.

We are not alone.

And there are way, way more of us.