Remembering to breathe

 

   “Electronics,” my attendant, who is considerably younger than I am and that much more familiar with electronic gadgets, said, “are weird.”

   I forget what it was that time.  I forget if my computer was frozen and I wasn’t able to click on anything.  Or if the mouse on my speech device was going haywire, perhaps with the sun hitting it at a certain angle.  Or if the joystick on my wheelchair was jammed. Or if the smart T.V was suddenly acting dumb and not doing anything. 

   As I panicked, wondering when I could get it fixed and how much it would cost, my attendant once again, and again being familiar with “weird” electronics, suggested turning it off, waiting a few seconds, and turning it back on.  Like taking a deep breath. 

   What do you know?  My attendant, with that knowledge of younger years, was right – again!  Sometimes – or most times – just flipping the switch on and then on again does the trick and is all that is needed. With just the flip of the on/off switch, my computer was working fine, like nothing had been wrong.  The mouse on my speech device moved along as it should.  The joystick on my chair was operable, and the T.V was smart again.

   If only the rest of life was that simple, that “weird.” If only we were able to turn off when things go wrong or are a mess and then turn back on with everything okay, back to normal. Or at least with a new perspective on the situation.    

   Maybe it is possible to turn off and turn on, to flip the switch and start anew.  With a change of scenery.  With some time away.  With a conversation.  With a good night’s sleep.  With, yes, a deep breath.

   Is life that simple, that “weird?” Do we just have to remember that?  Is that the hard part?   

Why i keep being gay like that

 

   The other night, I watched the Golden Globes. 

   Yeah, I’m gay like that! 

   It figures.  For pretty much all my life, when other guys were watching football and baseball, I was into award shows, especially for movies – even the stupid ones like the Golden Globes, which are voted on by something like 83 foreign reporters in Hollywood.  (For some reason, they got to be a big deal, with an annual telecast, even after a corruption scandal a few years ago.  Frankly, the show isn’t nearly as entertaining as it used to be when everyone got drunk and especially when Ricky Grevais was the host with the scathing mocking most.)

   It’s not that I’m a red carpet fan, although I do take note at some of the more notable outfits, and not just on the ladies – like the bright, canary yellow suit worn by Timothee Chalomet at last year’s Academy Awards.  I just like movies and like knowing which ones are hot, so to speak, since I can only watch so many. I usually make a point of seeing pretty much all the nominated films before the awards are given out, and I’m frustrated that I’m behind on this due to being waylaid with a pressure sore for much of the Fall when the films came out (I’m trying to catch them online).

   Yeah, that’s how gay I am. 

   But, isn’t all this just silly and stupid right now?  Really.  At a time when the president’s ICE minions are killing US citizens and we’re being told that not what we see on all the videos, when trans people I know feel like they’re in danger even here in blue California, when the president is literally commandeering other countries and playing chicken with Iran and also our own legal system, when we learn of other such horrors nearly everyday, how can I watch, how can I care about a dumb, meaningless awards show? 

   Look, I get it.  I know things are bad, things are scary.  I’m scared.  I’m horrified.  In fact, I can barely function this January.  On top of, or under, the administration’s cruel swings since the new year, I am not only dealing with my usual ridiculous post-holiday funk (I don’t really like the holidays but am always sad when they are over), I am getting over being in the hospital with a bad urinary tract infection over the holidays after three ER visits, including on Christmas Day.  Ugh!  Plus, several friends had messed-up holidays, primarily due to illness or health threats.  Double ugh! 

   You’d think I’d be glad the holidays were over.  But, no, I was back to being sad that they were over – and sad that I missed them this time. 

   I had/have to get out of this post-holiday funk.  And I can’t just sit here terrified by what’s going on. 

   That’s what they want, you know.  Trump and his troopers want to overwhelm us into a stupor so that we give up and don’t do anything about what’s going on and they can take over. 

   I have to take action, even if it is tiny, like hanging up a strand of my Christmas tree lights over the front window bay (to remind me of the light that overcomes the darkness, as George Fox, the first Quaker, spoke of) and buying some crazy, colorful overalls (so I can keep up my spirit and, to paraphrase Fox, keep rolling cheerfully over the earth, answering that of God in everyone) and watching award shows where artists congratulate each other for telling different stories and championing diversity.  I had to do something, like write this and watch clips of Jimmy Kimmel continuing to skewer Trump even after Trump almost successfully had him banned (clips of Saturday Night Live cold opens and weekend updates also help).

   A trans friend tells me that it’s hard to find anything funny about what’s happening.  I hear her.  But I can’t just sit here and whine and cry. I have to do something – again, however tiny.  I have to take action and get out there, show up, be present.  I hope to keep hope alive and to help spread it. I have to share the light. 

   This is what I’m doing these dark, challenging days and what I recommend doing:

-As devastating and demoralizing as it is, keep up with the news.  It is critical to know what’s going on and, yes, to be outraged.  That way, we don’t get complacent and let things happen – or the worst happen – as occurred in Nazi Germany and the like. 

-Take that outrage (or, even more so, depression and despair) and use it to take action, spread hope, share the light.  It doesn’t have to be big.  Take small steps.  Wear your tie-dye.  Keep flying your rainbow flag.  Join a peaceful protest – and help to keep it peaceful.  Write blog posts and letters to the local paper.  Help deliver groceries to people who are afraid to go out and perhaps take them to doctor appointments.  Support those who bravely speak out.  Vote. 

   If enough of us do these things, we can get through these dark times and save our country, our democracy. It is easy to feel depressed and hopeless – believe me, I know – but we have to do these things, do them like our life depends on it.   Because it does.