The Misadventures of Mile High Greg

If we line up all the shitty events in my life in the order of their shitty magnitude, I would say the 2015 Breakup Incident is a distant second behind the 2020 Coronavirus Fuckery. The difference was that the 2015 Breakup Incident was essentially the "We need to talk" moment combined with me trying to reassemble myself, knowing that the worst had already happened.  The 2020 Coronavirus Fuckery is like every governor, mayor, and world leader saying "We need to talk" about twenty times a day for days and days and days and days on end followed by me trying to reassemble myself with a growing anxiety over the fact that the worst thing that could happen is still largely unknown. The thing that helped me find a place of recovery after the 2015 Breakup Incident was that I was able to find clear meaning in what had happened.  I knew after many years of false starts and doubt that I needed to finally act on my desire to leave Las Vegas.  Productivity became a coping ...

I've wanted to write something to express my feelings about the current situation.  I've started to plan out what I've wanted to say numerous times only to stop myself.  Why would anyone listen to me?  As a collective, I think we have reached a point of saturation when it comes to information and feelings.  I am starting to wonder if there is a contest for being the most coronavirus-pious and if I am somehow losing because I haven't changed my Facebook profile picture to a slogan about staying home or that I haven't shared a tutorial about how to fashion a mask from a discarded Doritos bag and a pair of broken earbuds.  (Mind you, these are both serious things, but they are at the end of my patience scheme.) I care.  I want this to end.  I'm also ungodly worn out over a situation that feels like it has no end.  I've always thought that inspirational quotes were pure bullshit, not because I believe in constant negativity, but I was always ...