Like, I wake up and see my flowers. Some bees. It’s a nice sunrise. I open the news and it’s just one big collapse of the west. Fascism is rapidly coming up. I’m in the middle of it but I still need to go to work to keep the make believe that is our society going. War might be imminent. Whether that’s with Russia or the US.
And yet here we are, collectively pretending everything is fine.
It really does feel like that sometimes, even though I’m not doing a psychiatrist thing with meds. Psychological mental gymnastics equivalent or something like that.