Already this morning, even though I didn’t waken from a fearful dream this time, I have been scared about a bunch of things, and I haven’t even left the house yet.
Things I have been afraid of already this morning:
- Getting norovirus (or COVID, or RSV) because people won’t keep their kids home when they’re sick, and because why should anyone have to worry about old people? They should protect themselves.
- Waiting too long to renew my passport.
- Canada conducting military exercises in case of an invasion by the United States, though I could be wrong about that because I was making tea and reading my phone at the same time.
- The dollar losing all its value. My savings disappearing. Social Security being shut down. Buses no longer running.
- Stephen Miller.
- Heavy snow predicted for my area this weekend. (My son-in-law texted us that this morning at 7:20. He is otherwise a wonderful person).
- DOGE accessing personal data from Social Security with an eye toward influencing the next election.
- A masked, overpaid, armed government militia attacking innocent people ruthlessly, with the support of a significant minority of US Citizens.
- Other countries continuing to try to appease the current US President. I have been worrying about why people keep trying to appease him for thirty years or so.
That’s all the nightmare fears so far, at least that I can remember. Maybe this Internet thing was not a good idea.
I think I need to seek out some more English detective mysteries in which the police are good, death is not the result of systemic failure but a personal act by someone who can be easily imprisoned, the people in power are actually rather nice at heart, and racism, misogyny, and classism are utterly unquestioned. Or maybe not, now that I think of it. Maybe I’m thinking that I need to seek out being twelve years old again.
Twelve years old was nice. Well, except for my incipient alcoholism, the untreated ADHD, the unpleasant family dynamics, the assassination of JFK, and the fact that Russia was going to drop the atom bomb on my elementary school any day now.
On the other hand, I could just have a nice orange and a boiled egg and go out for a walk.