I’m not in the mood to be funny today.
I feel depressed. Deeply saddened. Shocked at what this world is coming to. It’s getting so bad “out there” that terrible things are starting to happen “in here” now, in our own backyard. In our own “safe” little bubble. Right here in Central New York.
Closer and closer and closer to home.
Until those terrible things come knocking right on our front door or grab us around the throat at our car.
And there’s nothing we can do to stop them. Call me a pessimist but it’s true.
Sure, we women can take self-defense and carry a knife (thank you, Dad) or pepper spray, but how the hell are we supposed to sock the offender in the nose, knee him in the groin, stab him and spray him in the eyes all while shielding our children from him?
What’s more, we are totally vulnerable while bending over to insert and fasten our babies into their carseats each and every time we drive somewhere. That thought runs through my brain each time I’m buckling my one-year-old into his seat. Even in my own driveway. And from recent news stories, we aren’t safe from sociopaths anywhere we go anymore. Not Wegmans, not malls, not stores with parking lots of any kind, not even schools. These mentally disturbed psychos with something to prove seem to be popping out of the woodwork everywhere these days.
And no one, no cops, no neighbors, NOBODY seems to know about them until after they commit their heinous crime. How are these sick people able to blend in with you and I? To skate by under society’s radar until they act out violently? I just don’t get it.
I guess I better get accustomed to this pit of uneasiness in my stomach and fearing for my life and that of Kellan’s every single time I leave my front door.
Oh, what a wonderful world we live in.
If you do not live in the Syracuse area, here is the most recent news story, the most recent terrible thing, that set me off this morning.