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Stop The Country, Please. I’d Like To Get Off
Fair warning: I’m angry today. This is not my usual story
I’m writing this because I’d go crazy if I didn’t. Though I usually stick to writing self-improvement, today that feels shallow in the wake of last Tuesday and yesterday’s events. What I’ve read on here today felt flat, scrolling through article names like “Demigod Jeff Bezos’s Morning Routine… Fewer Melons Than You’d Think!” and “Is Bitcoin Still Blah Blah A Monkey Typing On a Keyboard Could Have Written This!”
Jessica Wildfire heavily inspired my processing of the last week’s tragedies.
In the last 6 days, two men separated by 1400 miles took the lives of 18 innocent people who were trying to run their businesses/buy groceries. I refuse to say the shooter’s names, though the one from Atlanta shares a name with me, which has driven me crazy the past four days.
I’ll admit, I was late to the party. Not out of any desire to be disconnected, but because I teach during the day and coach soccer after school. So it wasn’t until last Friday that I knew there’d been a mass shooting in Atlanta, after seeing #Stopasianhate on a friend’s Instagram and googling what it was all about.
By the time I got there, the media was so busy rage-worshipping a man who thought of Asian women as subhuman that it took me 20 minutes to…
