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You took my joy, I want it back.
Lucinda said it. I’m doing it.
Perhaps in the womb, my dad taught me to poor mouth it. For those that don’t know what it means to poor-mouth, it is when you say that you don’t have enough money in hopes of either getting out of a situation or getting a handout.
Spending a year totally consumed by the not okay within and around us makes the effort of trying to find moments of being okay almost shameful.
This school of thought went beyond money.
If someone said you look like you’re feeling better after a bout with the flu, then, to “us,” it was a challenge to prove that not only has there been no recovering, but the state of affairs is actually worse than initially reported.
It was not okay to be okay.
There always had to be something wrong.
The challenge with this school of thought is that in life, there is always something wrong. It’s unavoidable. Even if it’s not happing directly to you, it’s happening indirectly.
We are surrounded by not okay.
The pandemic is a global trauma not only because we were all forced to exist in a state of fear and panic about an unknown murderer touring the…