There are people,
Real and tender and dear
Good—decent—people who are terrified of the “water” (vague and nondescript, of course…the best fears are shifty and nebulous, just saying).
Now, we all have our own personal bugaboos, (ya know: heights, closets, new ideas, trusting for no reason?) our instant step back reaction, the recoil as quick as the rubber mallet on crossed bended knee, touch me there and you get kicked—can’t seem to stop myself—the overwrought word is “triggered.” This is about as definable as ‘woke’ and still, we use it like we all agree on its exact meaning. There’s no way that could cause any confusion.
This word has many meanings in many different, wide-ranging disciplines—all unrelated in the physical specifics, yet, the underlying emotional dynamics seem to have so much in common—you know, under neath the covering cloud called the fog of wartime thematics and emotional contortionings—conditionings fostered generationally and whipped into the frenzy necessary to icloud all reason
abilities with the heightening incendiary wordy devices… all to points of combustible inflammation…
With ‘innocent’ and ‘vague’ in u sin u hations. Mein thumbs my ass.
We have a choice in the next election to set our course in the direction of our common welfare, our equal opportunities and our collective and shared responsibilities to
Care for one another as if they were your own
As you know they will care for yours when you are gone.