Atalist's Dungeon

  I am one of those people who waits for the other shoe to drop. I have had a minor string of luck. I am waiting for the hammer to come down. I believe in balance and homeostasis and that the world will return to some semblance of balance. I am terrified of what the drawback will be and how I will handle it. Life is not terrible right now in fact it is okay aside from digestive issues. Maybe that is it. Maybe I will end up with some diagnosis that is less lovely and that this surge of winning will be compensation for the shit I am about to endure. Maybe. 

  I have been trying to wrap my head around all of the changes this year but it is hard to process so much in such a little amount of time. So please bear with me.  The pandemic hit, and we were all fearful. Birthday parties became a non-starter. People stress bought things and the world gloved up, masked up, and felt the pressure of impending doom over a disease we had never dealt with before, at least in this severity. March was a time where the world held our breath and things ground to a stop. From there we were told that we would be working remotely (those who could) and that we were to stay home and away from people and to be safe. Life was hard but it did get harder, contrary to what we thought would happen.  April brought the beginnings of spring and the hope that if we persisted with our safety response that September could look very different. Boy, we were foolish to believe that. The spring brought warmer weather and the change in temperature moved people to co...

The world is on fire. I look around and see brother hating brother, sisters disapproving of other sisters speaking up against abuse. Trauma is around. We are living through a modern-day plague and all some people can do is focus on the wrongdoings of those protesting, of those trying to make their lives better.  I grew up in a very ethnocentric and white culture. I did. However I also grew up in an environment where I was taken to the city, exposed to other cultures, and people that were decidedly not white and shown love is love. One of the memories I have was when my uncle started dating Keira and had brought her daughter Kiya to my parent's house. I was excited to have a new cousin and a new friend to have a sleepover with. I loved her hair and thought her eyes were amazing. I didn't see the colour of her skin, I just saw someone who was cool who I could hang out with. It wasn't until we went to a family event that I heard my first racial slur from my grandfather. He...