Have A Nice Day! (Or Try.)

Some days I just lay in bed under the covers and cry for no reason. At least, no reason directly related to my own life. Rather it is for the failings of society at large, and for how many crazy people are running free that we might encounter at any moment, ruining everything. 

Some of these crazies are strangers to me, like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, a 35-year-old nitwit congressperson who epitomizes the worst of DEI. Yesterday she declared Elon Musk, the world's richest man and a proven genius who has masterminded some of the most forward-thinking inventions and advances society has ever seen, "the dumbest billionaire" who is "very unintelligent" and "actually stupid." Her petulant outburst, aired repeatedly on the TV news and on the Internet, made me cringe and pull the covers up a little higher over my head.

I think of the doctors who operated on my friend for a cancerous tumor that did not exist. Twice. She is still in terrible pain and now they say oh wait a minute, there was cancer after all and we got it out, despite having told her after the first surgery that they missed it and would have to go back in to get it, then saying after the second surgery there was nothing there after all. I guess they lawyered up and now it was cancer, see we saved you! The covers go up a little higher. 

Then I think of all the people I have actually known who are dumb as rocks but don't know it, and so they go around spreading their stupidity like dandelions in the wind, telling people "statins are bad for you" or "an open bottle of red wine will keep in the refrigerator for up to a year" or "all penises are the same size when erect." (The last one was my gynecologist, many years ago.)

It's a scary world out there, and that's not including wars, natural disasters, mass murders, robo-calls, mental patients roaming the streets and poisons in our food. And still, everyone everywhere says, "Have a nice day!" As if you could.