I love creative writing but right now, the world is about as fantastical as a flaming bag of poo in 2022.
Everyone has gone fvcking mad. We’re all racist, anti-vaxxer, transphobes. Family and friend relationships are failing. We are canceling everything and everyone. Thank fvck for the intellects risking sanity to call bullshirt on the insanity.
Our girls school district is on strike so there is that – or ‘back to pre-COVID normal’ I like to call it. These kids don’t know dances, school trips or proms. No wonder their mental health is in the forgotten porta-potty.
Believe me when I say I want to support our education workers but right now, I want some light at the end of this dark fvcking tunnel of shyte. Kids have made the ultimate sacrifices just to be kids. They had to get the jab and they wore a mask for too fvcking long. We have watched as their academics went from A’s to barely getting by. We were disheartened as their love for music waned or just when they were finally getting past their hockey fears and were enjoying the game, another wave of lockdowns meant anxieties were king and hockey was done forever.
I am a nice, positive goddamn fvcking guy.
I don’t love swearing. I won’t lie but there are a lot of painful emotions going on in my noggin’. Ever been to a children’s mental health unit? They suck. So many people suck. Forgive me while I love the shyte out of my kids and take a moment to be fvcking angry.
I also like to be funny. I’ll try my best to find a balance between my ‘sitting in the principal’s office’ self, and fvck it all. Maybe I’ll try to channel my inner Thomas King or David Baddiel?