In sixth grade, our class was rowdy. Once when our teacher was out of the room everybody was being naughty and running around except prim little me, sitting and reading ahead in my social studies book (I WAS A HUGE NERD.) I got out of my seat once, to ask someone a question, and sat right back down.

I protested the first Gulf War back in college. I remember standing around the radio broadcasting Congress voting on it with the rest of the staff at this hippie vegan restaurant I worked at, and walking home with a knot in my stomach. The first war of my generation.

This is a much better response than the article’s. I know so many activists and generally good people who have ended up in deep wells of suicidal ideation because of how desperately painful it is to live every waking moment in activism. Most people can’t live like that, or at least, not for long.

Have you been to therapy?

I mean, seriously. If this man and others think it’s exhausting to be aware of how unfair and painful life is for other people and to sometimes have to address that in conversations with the people around them, then there are no words for what it’s like to live that unfairness and pain every day as most people do.

What’s worked for me is logging off and just do something analog for a day. Do yardwork, go volunteer somewhere, have a fuckathon with your SO.

After all, the world has never been fundamentally fair and decent for most people in most places, and yet they manage to build lives full of meaning and suffering and joy.

A hard lesson that I’m still learning is you don’t have to engage with the bullshit every minute. It’s ok to step back and take care of yourself. All the horror going on around us is exhausting, depressing, maddening. But we’re not all responsible all the time for fixing all the bad things. Take time to enjoy the good…

I can hear them now, have heard them all week.

I’m in Seattle, and while I don’t believe we have mercenary contractors here (unless you count the fucking Proud Boys who are LARPing as mercenaries), I agree the most unnerving part of this has been the constant airtraffic circling the city. There has been a police helicopter hovering over downtown for the last 6…

No surprise that Trump spoke with Putin the same day this all went down.

Ugh. This “Battlefield D.C” thing makes me sick to my stomach. I’ve heard from 2 vets so far that tell me that this is just plain fruitcake-nutty and that the Sec’y of Defense and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs need to resign. I’m quite worried.

I hear you ... here’s another good one!

Don’t encourage him. And actually, that looks better designed than the Manhattan efficiency my brother used to live in. He wouldn’t have known what to do with all the extra storage. He once said that he could never just throw his coat on his bed because it would take up a third of the apartment.

Nah, he’s too little to balance on it, and that’s a long drop for an 11" tall baby. I sit on the ball sometimes to build my core while I watch TV.

Haha, the first time I got my hands on a gallon jug, we also had a popcorn party. A hit: butter and Red Robin seasoning

I mean, I do them on my phone, and I have the option to put them in the cloud with my other pictures, but I don't have or desire any way to display them beyond sharing them here or with friends and family in texts.

I came as soon as I saw the word "snack." I'm ready.

Now, we’re all in for the evening because COVID, so I’m reading all the comments and finishing up a picture in my color by number app.

It was “I’m in for the evening.” Now....