I have to fight to hear someone.
Noise. Opinions. Data. News. Voices.
Our contract with social media is so very broken.
We are triggered and told to think in binary terms.
Adult debate and thinking isn’t allowed to take place without some false sense of taking down.
We can’t call wrongs wrong because everyone’s voice needs to be heard, but we know that’s not true.
We struggle to uphold social injustice without being accused of being in a cult or virtue signalling.
We can’t address genuine harms because we’ve conceded that anyone can be an expert in anything even when they’re not.
I am so tired of it all.
Biden won. But we’ve got so much work to do to dismantle structural and systemic bias and prejudice. Trump was an enabler and the epitome of the entitled.
We continue to lose patience.
Lockdown sucks. Humans connect. That’s what we do. We are drawn into ourselves and made to be and act selfishly. We are told to explicitly to not trust our fellow man.
The human side of things feels so lost.
I stay away from a lot of rabbit holes these days. Online discussions are so fraught and so divisive. Sure, it just highlights normal everyday conversations people are having.
But every conversation feels divisive.
The fun and the joy is there. I know it is. I see those and spread the fun and the joy where I can.
The heart is there. I know it is. I has such support when recovering from Covid-19, the outpouring was so kind and generous.
The human is there. I know it is. When we take the time listen and hear others. When we give them the time and space to just speak.
