I was raised Catholic so naturally, I believe in purgatory. For those of you who don’t know purgatory, it’s a stop-off in your journey to either Heaven or Hell. Based on what you do in purgatory will pretty much decide if you are livin’ like a baller for eternity or being bent over every night by the devil. Sometimes, purgatory is used to describe a groundhog day-like situation and that is kinda where I’m at.
I don’t know what my problem is. After the election and covid, I’ve been kinda “blah”. It all pissed me off to the point of numbing me. Does that make sense? And please no political rants, this isn’t about Democrat or Republican. I’m just an American in a blah state.
That’s why I haven’t written much this year. I went all-in with my stocks and that was probably a bad idea. Like legit, getting up and checking my stocks while having a morning piss all in. I’ve been teaching myself candle-stick patterns, fundamentals of companies, and watching YouTube videos of suggested trades. My dumb-ass gave into FOMO on 2/8 and spent like a fuckin’ drunk sailor. Since then, I’ve watched the depressing side-ways trading of stocks like Nokia and Zomedica and I want to shake my stocks and scream “what’s wrong with you man!”
Additionally, on YouTube, I’ve been watching Cash Jordan, a real-estate broker for NYC. I’ve always been fascinated in dwellings, especially small ones. New York City is filled with tiny apartments. Given that the topic isn’t politically or covid based, it’s been like mash potatoes for me, warm and comforting. I lived in New York City for a few months during college so watching the videos brings back memories.
And lastly, there’s Tatum. God bless Tatum. He’s the talking dog of Maine. I fuckin’ love Tatum. He’s this little doggie that has a speech impediment and it makes him extra cute. In the beginning, I wanted my dog Maisel to talk like Tatum and like my search for beef carpaccio at the deli counter, I was searching for something that didn’t exist because I think it’s the dad that makes Tatum’s voice. I think I’ve watched all the videos and like the Cash Jordan videos, they aren’t about politics or covid so it gives me a few seconds of happiness.
So how about you? Has society been a real Debbie Downer these days? I really need Debbie and Karen to exit the building, especially given we are one step closer to burning our fucking masks. And a side note, I will be having a mask burning party and it will be fabulous. I won’t burn the ones I made at the beginning of the pandemic. I’ll save those for my great-grandchildren to take to school for show and tell when they cover the chapter on the worldwide pandemic. But plan on a post of my upcoming mask burning party. I’m getting my fire pit ready!
Yeah, it’s sort of hard to get back to normal when you don’t know what normal is anymore.
I couldn’t agree with you more! This blog has been my normal since 2016. Making observations about people and life. But then people and life stop and what are you supposed to write about? It’s been a mental struggle and I thank you for your understanding!
Last year our eldest grandson graduated from High School and we weren’t able to attend. I was crushed and so angry I wanted to smash things. This year, two of our grandsons are graduating High School, and we aren’t able to attend because guests are limited to 4 per student. I feel….numb or maybe it’s like your blah.
Maybe we’ll get to see our 7 year old grandson graduate. If we’re still here in 11 years.
I am so, so sorry. I’m annoyed and pissed just reading this. All the milestones that have been lost…Never when you’re going about your life do you think you’ll be part of a pandemic that will be just a chapter in future history books. The readers will never understand the little defeats such as this that we had to experience. Again, it pisses me off. I will keep my fingers crossed that you get to see your 7-year-old grandson graduate!