Do you ever have the feeling that something is going on, but you are totally missing the point? I have felt that way since approximately 2010. That was the year my off-the-rails life tipped over and rolled into the gully.
“What just happened?” I asked the world. As usual, the world had nothing to say, so I’ve been more or less puzzled by everything ever since. It isn’t merely that my health went massively down hill between 2010 and 2014.
It’s also people I thought I knew behaving strangely. I realize some of us have reached an age where dementia is creeping in around the edges, but these are smart people with advanced degrees suddenly passing around Facebook memes. And look who we elected? If that isn’t proof there’s been a significant cultural disconnect, I don’t know what might be.
So what am I missing? Something is going on that didn’t used to be going on … or something isn’t going on that should be going on. One way or the other, I am definitely missing “it.”
Then, if I look hard at the world, I think maybe whatever I’m missing, I’m better off. Knowing what’s going on doesn’t always make me feel better.