How big is your “circle of trust”?
There is the obvious starting block—the family. Most families (I want to believe) trust each other, and God-forbid-if-it-ever-became necessary, would sacrifice their own lives for each other.
My family was like that at one time.
That circle, almost universally, included the police force.
Mass shootings, inept practices, and chronicled police brutality eroded that trust.
Those that have an expanded circle of trust might include their political party of choice.
I listen to both parties’ political ads and as I always do, I find things I agree with and things I disagree with from both parties.
Exactly when did we become an all-or-nothing world?
Why can’t we do some of the good things from each party and benefit the MAJORITY of the American people (remember us?).
In my early hippie days, I was way too trusting of everybody.
In my senior days, I don’t trust ANYONE. Except maybe my wife, the Domestic Despot, and maybe a few others.
I wonder if my Dad’s generation looked at us poor souls who were surely doomed with the same lens we look at today’s successors?
Something will happen; it always does.
I am sure that is a universally-held belief that one day, will not bear fruit.
Trust has turned to hope in far too many instances and, even more alarming, the hopelessness that is insinuating itself into the conversation.
People don’t give a damn anymore.
About anything.
They don’t like niggers and aren’t afraid to let the WHOLE WORLD know about it. If you don’t believe them, ask their friends Smith and Wesson.
The blacks right next door hate those dumb-fuck, inbred cracker rednecks and if you don’t believe them, ask their friends Smith and Wesson.
And that’s just in one small part of one small neighborhood in the United States of America.
What a country we live in.
And to think there are many other countries that suck way more than we do.
With my recent health issues, I figure I have a decade left anyway, so if something major league fucked up is going to happen, chances are good that I’ll just end up as part of the sea of dust particle remnants of another forgotten planetary explosion in a remote part of the Milky Way galaxy.
I guess I’m not “the glass is half full “guy.
But, until that does happen, I get to look outside my window and watch the fat little squirrels darting tree-to-tree through sun-dappled grass, which does not suck at all. And although there are several birds still out, we have taken in our feeders for the winter, because after this unseasonably warm weather passes, there won’t be many out until they return in spring.
I had forgotten how much I loved the trees and all the green, living so many years in the barren southwest.
I don’t know how people with kids trust anyone, anywhere, anytime.
But you can’t trust everyone, if you ever could.
Stay well.
