Caterwauling

I was telling my friends about the whole anti-semite shite.

My friend said he was called a groomer for not wanting libraries to remove books that some wacko fake religious people are mad about.

And now today, I got called an old white racist.

I laughed.

Some influencer bought a Tesla and was looking for compliments. I said it’s really not a flex to support fascism.

So she and all her friends jumped me and said I don’t want to see a Black queen succeed. That I wish I had that money to buy braces.

I said you can drive that discontinued Swastikar to Target, for all I care.

I’m over here supporting YOU by not giving my money to people who actively hate women and Black women specifically.

But, by all means, do you.

Maybe I’ll start going back to Target after all this.

Someone I follow was down in the dumps after cancer treatment.

She said anyone have good news, please share it.

I said myself and another are going to fly to a city from our respective cities. From there, we’ll fly together to a destination city.

I booked my seat on an airline I don’t like, in the back of the plane (which I really don’t like) but I was so stoked for this trip.

This person messaged me from the middle city to ask where I was.

On the phone with my boss of the same name as said city. My flight leaves tomorrow.

Well. Lil communication snafu apparently.

I just wish I were A) there or B) on any other airline.

I did make myself feel better with a big fat seat upgrade.

Still. Just annoyed because I checked everything three times before I dropped that big fat comma on the airfare alone.

Half debating about taking an extra day while I’m out there.

I mean, let’s just say I don’t speak the language. I don’t know jack about any fucking thing because I expected to arrive alongside someone who does.

Now, fuck. If I gotta figure that out, might as well figure it all out, right?

I’m hardly mad. Like well, here we are.

So, this is not me saying I shoulda gone somewhere else then. Or spent that cash on an apartment I want to live in.

It’s more like, well, it’s GOT to be perfect from here, since the most annoying thing I could not POSSIBLY have anticipated already happened.

OK, Airline. Better measure up to Delta, though I already know that ain’t happening. So, just stay in the sky, hey? All right then, good chat.