Friday, November 8, 2024

Disaragorror

All that way just to get there and
find yourself in Sacramento.
Hey there. How're you doing? Like, with everything? Huh? Yeah, me too. In fact, I'm just going to put it out there that perhaps we, as a civilization--or half of one anyway--should all just agree that when we ask each other how we're doing, that we mean that in a relative sense. Sort of like when we say something is far away, say, Sacramento. Sacramento is far (from me anyway). It's like a three hour drive which, I think most would agree, can be characterized as far.

But The Magellanic Clouds--two dwarf galaxies that orbit the Milky Way are also far. That is, we use the same word, "far" to describe something one hundred and fifty-eight light years away as we do Sacramento. See? Relative.
Pictured: the Magellanic Clouds which, for all
we know, are no more exciting than Sacramento.
The lesson here I suppose is that
consequences are for poors.
I bring this up because we're all--ok, not all, half of us--are likely in more or less the same place: suffocating under a mixture of disappointment, rage, and horror. Let's call it disaragorror. I think we were all somewhat prepared for the possibility that things would turn out badly. After all, we'd been bombarded with polls saying how close it would be for months now. Which is weird because one of the two candidates is a felon, like an actual felon and is supposed to be in prison right now, but my point is this was always a possibility. 

But that doesn't make it feel better. This feels awful. And ominous. And crushing. January is barreling towards us and it seems like we can do nothing about it except analyze and finger point, but that's not terribly productive. We can however keep checking in with one another and ask how we're doing, bearing in mind the galactic-scale disaragorror we're all experiencing and scaling our responses to match.
"How am I? Well darling, the ship is sinking and there're only enough life boats
for half of us, but that aside, I suppose I'm alright. A bit hungry if I'm being honest."

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