. . . and if you read them, you have an opportunity to vote for your favorite HERE. That’s also where you can find links to the stories so that — you know — you can read them before you vote.
Now, I’m no dummy. I mean, some might argue that point, but I have high confidence in the statement. Then again, dummies also confidently assert their non-dummyness , a fact that gives me little comfort.
Anyway, I know the current crisis is on everyone’s mind and that against that backdrop, reading a few stories on this blog is as far from a priority as one can get.
Mind you, some are very dismissive of the whole thing, and I hope they make the effort to read the stories and vote before they get slammed by the unfolding of events.
“It’ll blow over in a month or two,” they say.
Others are looking at a very long time span, like the end of next year and beyond.
Me? I’m more inclined to give credence to a longer rather than shorter scenario. Mind you, we could get lucky . . . I mean, that’s what they say, ain’t it? “It’s better to be lucky than good!” and since we’ve obviously not been good, we dang well hope we’ll be lucky.
Except, I don’t see much luck playing out.
Instead, each day, I feel like I’m watching the slow unfolding of a 9/11-level event.
Meaning, I know that regardless of how things play out, one thing is certain . . . the world won’t be the same after this.
If someone is telling you we’ll be laughing about this a few months from now, feel free to say stuff like “you’re an idiot“.
9/11 was immediate. Scary as hell, but immediate. And, while life changed drastically, in many ways it also “normalized” fairly quickly because after a few days, it was much more about an emotional and mental shock than widespread changes in everyday life.
Yes, “things” changed, but I don’t recall being concerned about going outside, shopping, traveling, etc. I don’t recall panic buying (there may have been, but we didn’t see it), and there was no immediate followup, despite people being worried about more attacks (something the government took advantage of).
That’s what I mean by normalized . . . we were in shock, but in a relatively short amount of time, we went back to living each day as we were before, except we now had to take off our shoes before boarding planes (it’s true; you youngsters don’t remember the time when you could keep your shoes on and no one checked your privates for weapons).
Not so now . . . the opposite, in fact.
. . . and . . .
I plan a post about what I’m reading and who I pay attention to, but writing about this is difficult because what’s happening has so many ramifications and far-reaching effects. Plus, the situation is — to put it mildly — fluid (hence the toilet paper).
Still, I plan giving it a go . . . maybe I’ll break it up into two or three posts and tackle bits and pieces of things I think may have a profound effect going forward.
Not that anyone cares what the heck I think. Heck, I know fewer than five people will click on any link I provide, and fewer still will read what I write.
. . . but I write stuff down as a way to compartmentalize and make sense of what’s coming at me fast and from all sides. Plus, the act of writing things down triggers a different thought pattern than just thinking about stuff.
It’ll be mostly for my benefit, but there’s a small chance a few might find it useful.
We’ll see . . . meanwhile . . .
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