In the last two days, everything has been upended.
The traditional news media, now called the “legacy media”, has lost its influence.
The pollsters, statisticians, pundits, experts in many fields, were wrong.
Everything I’ve been taught to value no longer seems to matter. Oh, stuff like truth, intelligence (esp. books), respect, equality.
The years 1972-86 didn’t happen so I’m 14 years younger.
And tomorrow I’m off to New York.
How do we deal? I recommend a mental health maintenance break. Disconnect. Cheer yourself up. Give yourself time alone. The world is very loud, we can all use some solitude. Take stock of what you still have and think of what you can live without. Look to your friends. I mean your real friends, the ones you have a shared history with, who know exactly what’s wrong with you and remain your friends. You will need them more than you ever have.
Hard times are forecast. When you return, prepare. Do not be afraid and do not give in to despair. (It’s time to watch The Lord of the Rings trilogy again.)
Ever heard the term “the consolations of literature”? Join me.
As for me, I have resolved to be psychotically cheerful. Irony has always served me well.
If you’re in New York, drop me a line. I shall infect you with psychotic cheerfulness.
P.S. Need to talk? The therapist is in. (Never mind that Freud is now quaint.)
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