The Season Was Horrible

Hello.

Hello again from the bottom of February. It's been since October, I see, since last I had a mind peaceful enough to write.

The season was horrible.

Now it's almost over. I'm in Christchurch after a week away in Hippy Land, getting ready to head back home. I've run an errand or two. Bought enough wine to get me to Friday. I have slept late and journaled in a restaurant. I have successfully avoided stopping to catch up with anyone from the ice. Just smiled sweetly and kept moving.

The season was horrible.

And it is taking days and days to get the feeling of it off me.

My friend and I traveled to Hippy Land, New Zealand when we came off the ice. I'll write more about that later. But while we were away, periodically, when a quiet moment would fall between us, one or the other would sigh. Deeply. The sigh of the released from torture. The sigh that let a little piece fall off. Released from our bodies so we didn't have to carry it around any longer.

The season was horrible.

Made so by the enormous number of new people. Yes. But not just new people. New people who didn't take the time to get it. Who never noticed they were new. It was their lack of new-awareness that caused so many problems.

The season was horrible.

Made so by arrogance.

The season was horrible.

Made so by lameness and lackadaisicalness.

The season was horrible.

Made so by the old, dead, oppressive belief that there is a "moral compass" that points to the Glistening Northern Star of Christian Belief, where all sins will be bludgeoned and judged.

Old, military, conservative, Christian fuckwits need never apply.

I have been driving around New Zealand in a rental car called Jucy. The mascot for which is an old 40's style bombshell in a very short skirt. She's even painted on the doors of the vans. I stayed in a town that has a family bike ride scheduled later in the month where clothing is optional. I drank a soda that had the slogan "Damn good drink" written right on it.

And I realize how I started cowering in the face of all of this because of the threat that one of the old, dead, oppressive Christian conservatives fuckwits would see . . . or hear . . . or discover.

Fuck them.

Fuck this horrible season.

And here I thought we got rid of these fucked up weirdos when we voted them down in November.

Argh!