Here’s to the Ostrich

Relaxing. I wish I could. I don’t know why I can’t. The internal dialogue in my head is just waiting for someone to find me out, accuse me of something I should have done or done better or done before or faster or whatever. So I stay tense, and unsure of myself, and it’s really friggin’ annoying!

I know that part of it is that I feel guilty most of the time. I can’t watch the news because some parts of it make me so anxious, sad and overwhelmed. The horrible truth of it is I don’t want to act, even if I knew what to do. I just want the horrible truths of the world not to exist. I don’t want there to be a genocide going on being played out of social media. I don’t want there to be deportations in the US, tearing families and communities apart. I don’t want there to be a war in Ukraine. I don’t want kids to suffer in factories making cheap clothes for export. I don’t want there to be exploitation, corruption, dishonesty, hate…period. And I know full well that simply because I don’t want it to exist doesn’t mean it will go away. And that leaves me feeling guilty, anxious and bit stupid. I’m like some ostrich who keeps poking an eye up out of the sand to see if the world’s getting any better and then sticking it back down in there as fast as I can before I can really see what’s going on.

So here’s to the ostrich, who don’t actually put their heads in the sand. They apparently try to lie still and pretend like no one can see the 275 kilo bird sitting there. Or if you do manage to provoke them, they attack with their two toed feet and try to rip out your stomach and spill your entrails on the ground. Being omnivores, I’m sure they’d then start picking through your guts and eating you. I’m kind of getting into ostriches now. Bad ass birds.

Foro would more likely just hang back and hope his cuteness would save him. It’s worked so far.