It seems like each new day adds a layer of confusion to my mind. Some things remain absolutely clear to me – many others – not at all. I find Society as a whole confusing.
Perhaps I never really understood my fellow citizens as well as I thought I did. Perhaps that’s part of what makes the world of here and now so confusing.
Sometimes I wonder if the world is deliberately confusing me to keep me docile and quiet. Fat chance world!
As we get older the world around us changes. Things that once were true are not and things that once were unthinkable are now part of daily life. It becomes difficult to understand, or relate to, the changes. Changes large and small and numerous. It’s no wonder we’re confused. The wonder would be if we were not.
Some changes we like and embrace – remote controls are wonderful things. Until taken to an extreme and now I sit with a lineup of remote controls beside my chair and wonder what connects to what. Does that one turn on the air conditioner or open the neighbor’s garage door? Who knows?
Don’t try to take me back to the days when I had to change the channel on the television by getting up and actually making contact with the set. That would require prying the remote from my cold dead hand. Remotes are a change I like very much. And the neighbor’s garage door is his problem not mine.
I have not now or ever will understood “thong” underwear. I’ve spent the better part of a long lifetime trying to keep my underwear out of the crack in my backside so why on earth would I want to put a “thong” in it? What is wrong with these people?
I’ve always been a live and let live kind of gal. Now it seems you have to take sides about everything. Because if you aren’t wholeheartedly for something you must be against it. Who made that a rule? And why didn’t I get to vote against it? I think it’s a stupid rule and I will not comply!
So much of what goes on around me is just background noise in my life. So many things that have people up in arms or down in the dumps don’t interest me. Many things that get people all riled up seem silly to me. Or maybe my rile-o-meter isn’t as sensitive as it used to be. Maybe at this end of my life I need to save all that energy for things I find important.
Some persons with xy chromosomes, we used to refer to them as men, can now identify as women and use women’s bathrooms. We know this because the Potty President says so. We once had presidents that worried about big things, important things – this one worries about what bathroom people use. Seems more like a Bathroom monitor back in High School than POTUS. But back to the xy critter and who he thinks he is.
A hairy chested individual can now identify as a woman and happily meander into women’s bathrooms and locker rooms. Little girls, young women and old ladies must share public toilet facilities with men who think they are women. Didn’t nature burden us enough by making us share a bathroom with the men at home? Must we now share with strange men? Ugh.
It’s not that women are frightened of or worried much about miniscule numbers of transgender men that think they are women. There is an eew factor in our thinking of them in our bathrooms but it’s the perverts who would harm us we find most concerning. We identify them as a danger.
Too bad the lefties that were so concerned about a “war on women” don’t think putting all those rapist men they always prattling about in our bathrooms and locker rooms. Does anyone see a logic disconnect? Is anyone else confused? Am I the only one?
Between men that think they’re women and men who think it’s alright to inflict men who think they are women on women in their bathrooms the world is a confusing place for many of us. Confusing and increasingly hostile.
That doesn’t even get into the people that identify as black when they are white. Or men who identify as puppy dogs. I don’t object so much to a world that seems to have gone crazy as much as I object to a society that tries to tell me that’s fine and dandy. Because confused or not I don’t see up as down and black as white and right as wrong. That confused I ain’t!