Hard to believe i have yet to read every post you’ve written (but itz true)
Here’s why i can’t figure people out & have given up trying. Yes this column is related & itz NOT Elon I’m referring to.
New neighbor up the street I’ve only chatted with a few times. One of the few blacks in my neighborhood (also a few Asians, more Hispanics, majority white). Had a lengthy Long Covid chat online - his mom has it, very supportive of me. So imagine my surprise when i see him out in his yard on voting day last fall, wave hello & he calls me over. I do not bring up the election or assume anything. He evidently needed confession. He of course had seen the trillions of Kamala signs in my yard. Proceeded to in depth tell me of the agony he went thru at the voting booth trying to decide who to vote for. At that point i am amazed that my head didn’t explode or melt into a puddle of disbelief on the car seat. He talked for 5 minutes about reasons why he went back & forth, weighing all the facts etc & finally decided on Pussygrabber. Sorry that’s all i can ever call him after hearing him make that comment. I just took the deepest breath I’ve ever taken & said , “well, I hope you’re right!”
Fast forward to the time & subject of this post. First time I’ve seen him out in his yard since we talked a few months before (winter is cold in Atlanta you know lol we stay inside). I stop, roll down my window & wave hello. He walks over & says hey, good to see you & we’re talking abut the neighborhood & his job & my Long Covid & theres a pause & out of the blue he yells at the top of his lungs “I DIDN’T VOTE FOR ELON MUSK!!!!!”
Well i wan’t expecting that & played therapist while he unloaded his angst about being betrayed etc etc etc. before driving home, dazed & confused.
I would really like to see him again but never passed by his yard while he was out working in it again, dont have his #. Probably for the best but curious as hell as to how he feels now.
I’m very picky about what i do with my screen time so can’t say i have much of an idea of what Elon’s up to these days - just glad he & his former boyfriend broke up. One Nazi salute was enuf.
Beth, that story is a whole spiritual parable disguised as neighborhood small talk. People carry contradictions like hidden talismans, and sometimes they just blurt them out when the weight gets weird. Sounds like his conscience keeps leaking through the cracks. If you ever run into him again, I bet he’s still sorting it out in real time. And thank you for the love on the Sermon. Madness is easier to name when someone’s laughing with you.
Hard to believe i have yet to read every post you’ve written (but itz true)
Here’s why i can’t figure people out & have given up trying. Yes this column is related & itz NOT Elon I’m referring to.
New neighbor up the street I’ve only chatted with a few times. One of the few blacks in my neighborhood (also a few Asians, more Hispanics, majority white). Had a lengthy Long Covid chat online - his mom has it, very supportive of me. So imagine my surprise when i see him out in his yard on voting day last fall, wave hello & he calls me over. I do not bring up the election or assume anything. He evidently needed confession. He of course had seen the trillions of Kamala signs in my yard. Proceeded to in depth tell me of the agony he went thru at the voting booth trying to decide who to vote for. At that point i am amazed that my head didn’t explode or melt into a puddle of disbelief on the car seat. He talked for 5 minutes about reasons why he went back & forth, weighing all the facts etc & finally decided on Pussygrabber. Sorry that’s all i can ever call him after hearing him make that comment. I just took the deepest breath I’ve ever taken & said , “well, I hope you’re right!”
Fast forward to the time & subject of this post. First time I’ve seen him out in his yard since we talked a few months before (winter is cold in Atlanta you know lol we stay inside). I stop, roll down my window & wave hello. He walks over & says hey, good to see you & we’re talking abut the neighborhood & his job & my Long Covid & theres a pause & out of the blue he yells at the top of his lungs “I DIDN’T VOTE FOR ELON MUSK!!!!!”
Well i wan’t expecting that & played therapist while he unloaded his angst about being betrayed etc etc etc. before driving home, dazed & confused.
I would really like to see him again but never passed by his yard while he was out working in it again, dont have his #. Probably for the best but curious as hell as to how he feels now.
I’m very picky about what i do with my screen time so can’t say i have much of an idea of what Elon’s up to these days - just glad he & his former boyfriend broke up. One Nazi salute was enuf.
LOVE your Sermon on the Mount(ing Stupidity)
Beth, that story is a whole spiritual parable disguised as neighborhood small talk. People carry contradictions like hidden talismans, and sometimes they just blurt them out when the weight gets weird. Sounds like his conscience keeps leaking through the cracks. If you ever run into him again, I bet he’s still sorting it out in real time. And thank you for the love on the Sermon. Madness is easier to name when someone’s laughing with you.