Boy, you’ve got me so confused

Something’s up and I don’t know what. I’m fine. But I’m feeling a disturbance in the force.

I checked in with myself. I’m good, but I had five conversations with people today and all but one of them are feeling off. Summer malaise? General discontent? Covid related grimness? It’s not just that.

Shootings are up in Brooklyn and all over NYC.

I don’t even have words to put to it, but if I dig down deep it feels like people are giving up and I’m holding down way more that I can handle. It feels oppressive. But what “it” is, I don’t know.

Even Marcus Garvey was quieter than normal today. It rained, so that was to be expected. But that was over by midday. I didn’t hear any music come through my window.

It’s Friday. Remember when Fridays meant something? Remember when there were weekends to look forward to?

Hopefully tomorrow is better. Or at least that I key into what’s going on. If I’m gonna pull through this season of confusion, I need tools to help me. I don’t have crystals. I don’t have any rituals. I just have really strong boundaries that generally take care of that stuff. And potions and rocks aren’t really my bag, baby. I need more practical, of this world tools. I’ve been praying a lot.

I’ve gotta find the joy and radiate it out because people are hurting and looking for trouble. There’s a lot of disillusionment that’s filtering into their personal lives. All I can ask is that I’m useful. Maybe some reassurance. Or just some hook into happiness that I can use to lift people up. If you know better than me, reach out.


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