Today, my daily goals of listening to music and to a TED talk collided. After a day reflecting on people from opposing sides, it fit my mood in a poetic way.
War, I don't know why it's a 3 letter word, because it's worse than any 4 letter word I know. War isn't just machine guns and tanks. War is about power struggles. The political scene is a war. How to deal with Covid is a war. We've had a drug war for years a war against smoking.
As a society, we've perverted what it means to win. The win has become more important than the mission. People suffer and die because of our wars. In the end, as a society, war is destroying us. We're getting out of touch with how to love our neighbors because we're too busy...
judging them and telling them how to live. We're forgetting compassion, being supportive, and how to accept people who aren't the same as us. We've become so focused on differences, we've forgotten how much we have in common.
My heart is so heavy.
Many of us have experienced first hand some of the hardships life can throw at a person. Other's haven't. I hope those who haven't take the time to try to put themselves in others shoes and try to understand how unfair and hard life can be.
I have know hardship. Pain has spent a lot of time knocking at my door. Years ago, it became too much and I tried to cloak myself with a bubble that tries to show me life is nothing but unicorns and rainbows. I know, it's not reality, but it was safe.
Advocacy for things that are important first attempts to burst that bubble. I'm forced to see and experience war. A place were people are ugly to each other and cruel. A place where it becomes the purpose of some to win at all costs.
I keep trying to look the other way. I'm keep trying to make excuses for people, to ignore the possibility that same people may just be evil and greedy. I keep hoping they're just misinformed or misguided. But it's time to accept the cold hard fact that those who...
aren't willing to have a conversation, to hear the thoughts of others, who don't believe there can / should / or could be a middle ground are people who really aren't as caring about others as much as they could be or claim to be.
I came across this paper and skimmed through it quickly. My first reaction was if people are being treated this way, it's awful. And then the unicorn army invaded my brain and I discounted it.
Yesterday, the paper was brought to my attention again. I promised to try to be more open minded about what might be going in in our scientific community and read it again.
IT. MADE. ME. SICK.
Peer pressure belongs in high school. We're supposed to be a free people, able to think for ourselves and pursue our interests. The nerd in me immediately thinks "explore new worlds". How is it then, that some people who would like to do so are expected to "toe the line"...
and only explore what others choose for them to explore and only find certain types of results. This is not science, it is not truth, and it certainly isn't freedom.
Our lives are full of decisions we make based on the knowledge we're given. What happens when others take...
control of the knowledge and only let us know what they want us to know? What happens when we're not free to learn what we want to learn? Can we make good decisions? Can we formulate good policies?
I have been upset for weeks over a tweet that now seems to be deleted. Someone was exploring options for their future. They had an interest. Their question to the world: "If I do XYZ, will I be committing career suicide?".
That person was concerned that if they pursue...
knowledge in a topic of interest to them, a topic that just might help make the world a better place, they might effect their ability to work in their choses field and provide support for their family.
Every time I think of this, I get angry. I feel sick.
It's ok to disagree with each other. It's not ok to be ugly about it. It's not ok to try to bully others to do things your way.
Today, I got to partake in a conversation. People from various countries and walks of life. It was a great conversation!
From small town folks like me, to big city folk. From people who didn't graduate from high school to people with PhD's. We all have various views on things. What was really cool is no one got ugly.
No name calling, no finger pointing, no accusations of being a shill for something or another. It was even ok to say if a person agrees or disagrees.
I wish more conversations between people of a variety of views would happen like this one!!!!!
I really don't like this whole "tribe" thing and wars between tribes. For a long time I've been harping that we need to #ChangeTheConversation between Tobacco Harm Reduction Advocates, Public Health, Tobacco Control, and Industry Stakeholders.
But like it or not, we have tribes. I belong to the THR tribe. And I hate that we're at war with the TC/PH tribe. I hate that all too often, winning the war is more important than what the war was originally about, and that's people who smoke.
While we fight our war, more people are getting sick and dying. Too many funerals are happening years before they were supposed to. Too many hearts are broken. Today would have been my Mom's 82nd birthday. My heart hurts today thinking of her and how she died.
At the end of today's wonderful conversation with that group of people from all walks of life, the person who initiated the conversation thanked everyone. Thanked everyone for their efforts to help people live better lives.
They expressed gratitude for being part of the public health team. The way they expressed it came across to me that they looked at all of us as being on the same team, members of the same tribe.
I read the words again. And then I cried...
Could we really be making progress? Are we having days were the 2 tribes are finding ways to work together and getting back to saving the lives of people who smoke?
My heart suddenly filled with hope.
I think a bunch of people took a big step today towards the middle ground.
I hope the person in the middle of taking steps towards their future found today a day to worry less about "career suicide" and more about finding the path for them and a bright future.
I admire and respect this person and others like them very much. Good people with good hearts. Others should not have the power to hold their career over their heads because they want to "explore strange new worlds".
~The End
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Today, my husband will be leaving our property for the first time since the fall of 2019. Once flu season hits, he stays home every year (all winter). In 2020, Covid hit towards the end of flu season.
He'll be at the pharmacy at 8am, to get his first dose of the Covid Vaccine!
Mark has COPD and other health issues. At the height of the pandemic panic last year, he became very depressed. He admitted he was literally sitting on the couch, waiting to die. I demanded he stop watching the news so much. He didn't touch me or come close to me for weeks.
It took a lot of work to get him out of that slump and to get him released from being paralyzed by fear.
Then the vaccine came out and he started watching too much news again.............. GAH!
Today's thread...
McD's
Time to start packing breakfast and lunch...
My group home shifts usually start at 3am. I'm not one to leap out of bed and stuff some food in my face. I need wake up time first. I'm also not about to get up an hour early to allow for that wake up time.
I don't eat at work. I can, my boss feeds the staff. But everyone is sleeping and if I rummage around, I have a gal here that will wake up, will have behaviors, and will be loud enough to wake the others. So, I sit quietly...
So many of my views about drugs, drug use, and drug regulations have changed the past few months. This is what can happen when there's respectful dialog, sharing of ideas, and factual information.
I know several people in recovery. I've seen them struggle. I've seen them have to wait to get into treatment. I've seen them have to go to a short term program instead of a long term one because of finances / insurance approval.
I've watched some relapse, I've known some to die, and I know some who live amazing lives working their recovery programs.
I've seen too many go to jail when they needed to go to treatment....
Remember when she fell asleep on the toilet? This time she's stretched out on couch hugging that computer. She really does eat sleep and breath nicotine. Jokes on her again. Mark 2 skip 0. Where will she fall to sleep next?
Bwahahaha "sleep nicotine". Funny
Ya'all know he's going to pay for this...
I slept with my computer for about 3 hours. Don't know how I managed that and it didn't hit the floor. He was afraid to take it from me and wake me up. He sure laughed hard when I did wake up. I just didn't know why the stinker was laughing.
Today's thread
It weighs heavy on my mind.
It's all about weight.
It's on my bucket list.
When I was 3, I was a tiny thing. I had white hair and people used to ask my Mom if I was an albino! It would later turn to a golden blond, then dishwater blond, then ash brown, and now it's very grey. I weighed 25 pounds and was put on a medication to make me eat more.
Once puberty hit, I started turning into a chunky monkey. Everyone joked that the pills I took as a little kid must have gotten stuck. Once the active play of childhood was replaced by a love of books, I was no longer burning many calories. I didn't participate in any sports.
Today, I'm going to work on that constant uncomfortable super icky feeling from always starting things and not finishing them. My goal is to pick one thing, try not to see rabbit holes (pray for me!), and get one thing wrapped up. I'm off to complete the Tweetable Safer Project!
Oh sure, I fall in a rabbit hole, stroll over to twitter and my own dang tweet shows up in the feed.
SKIP! Get the H. E. Double Hockey Sticks off of here and go finish your project! <Yes, I'm yelling at myself. Ya'all are too nice to do it for me>
GRRRRRRRRRR
DONE!!! I finished a project! Whoo-Hoo! I get to play on the internets, read books, and strum my guitar the rest of the day. Maybe have a bite (tiny) of chocolate. Well, at least for a couple of hours until I go to bed.