Is it just me, or has 2020 lasted a decade so far?
I mean, c’mon, this year has just plain sucked from pretty much every perspective, and it doesn’t feel like it’s ever going to end. I know we have all the fun and games of the election to look forward to — and I think we all can guess how that is gonna go! — but the cynic in my soul (and my brain, my heart, even my freaking toenails) likes to sit there and wonder just how much worse things can get before November…
What was it they say? Oh yeah: the best part about being a cynic is that you’re never disappointed.
We’ve had almost no rain around here this summer…now I’m waiting for a Yellowstone fire that will rival 1988.*
*Note — there are always fires in Yellowstone, but usually they are small. 1988 was different…in 1988 better than 30% of the park was on fire at the same time. It was horrifying.
World tensions are doing nothing but getting worse…now I’m waiting for someone to kick off a freakin’ war that, of course, the US will just have to get involved in.
The economy is shit, and getting shittier…now I’m just waiting for the economic fear and despair to team up with the social tensions tearing at the nation and turn this thing into a full-fledged clusterfuck.
Crap, Bill Murray had it right in Ghostbusters: “Human sacrifice! Cats and dogs living together! Mass hysteria!”
Or, in the words of Armageddon, things are gonna basically be “the worst parts of the Bible.”
Oh, and let’s not forget the fun of (potential) manmade disasters, either. You just know, given how this year has gone, that some half-drunk aho is gonna run a 200,000 ton tanker onto the rocks somewhere. The Rs will blame it on environmental rules and BLM, while the Ds will blame it on Wall Street and Thomas Jefferson. Crap, I could write the headlines and talking points now and not be far off!
From time to time I’ll get into discussions with friends and acquaintances about writing. Usually, those talks are about the mechanics of plotting, and how characters affect — and are affected by — said plot. No one ever wants to talk about imagery, or metaphors, or language… *sigh*
Anyway, people will say, “it’s just not real. That much bad stuff never happens in just a few months or a year!”
Your Honor, I would like to submit into evidence the year 2020.
Of course, a story that is unremittingly negative…
A story where nothing breaks the plot’s run of terrible events and bad luck…
A story where the characters simply suffer and suffer…
That story just sucks.
Kinda like 2020.
Crap, I need this sailing trip more than I thought! On that note, by the way, I will try and post at least a flashfiction piece while I’m up on the water, but we’ll have to see. If I manage to stay true to this year and sink the damned boat, it might be a while…