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19 months of a pandemic shitshow, and I am exhausted.
I'm exhausted that so-called "adults" are running around butthurt because someone with some degree of intelligence and/or empathy asked them to think of - PEARLS CLUTCHED!! - other human beings.
I'm exhausted at a society that only seems fit to function as if quotes are supposed to be around the word "adult" because however it was in high school felt better than now. You're not in high school anymore, honey, so...
I'm exhausted at the endless strings of grief that I have to try to keep at bay because I haven't seen blood family except through screens and blogs since 2018 (at my mother's funeral. An aunt and my oldest sister have passed since then, both - blessedly - before COVID landed, but missing that not thinking that it'd be this long afterward before I could commiserate in person with my people safely is a lot.)
I'm exhausted because all of this work-from-homeness has me and others who work in I.T. support butting heads with PTSD on the regular (These still aren't calls I expect to get cussed out during, but it happens a good deal now.).
I'm exhausted that so-called "adults" are running around butthurt because someone with some degree of intelligence and/or empathy asked them to think of - PEARLS CLUTCHED!! - other human beings.
I'm exhausted at a society that only seems fit to function as if quotes are supposed to be around the word "adult" because however it was in high school felt better than now. You're not in high school anymore, honey, so...
I'm exhausted at the endless strings of grief that I have to try to keep at bay because I haven't seen blood family except through screens and blogs since 2018 (at my mother's funeral. An aunt and my oldest sister have passed since then, both - blessedly - before COVID landed, but missing that not thinking that it'd be this long afterward before I could commiserate in person with my people safely is a lot.)
I'm exhausted because all of this work-from-homeness has me and others who work in I.T. support butting heads with PTSD on the regular (These still aren't calls I expect to get cussed out during, but it happens a good deal now.).
