So connected.

Well, to say that 2020 has sucked so far, is probably one hell of an understatement. For us in the First World anyways. Otherwise, for the rest of the world, it has probably sucked as much as normal.

It is getting to the point, where I am done talking, I think. Why talk? No one wants to listen or learn. Everyone just want to be right. Myself included.

What do I know? About as much as John Snow I wager.

I envy my Grandfather. Ya, he had to go through World War II. he fought in the Pacific. According to his brother, my Grandfather was so changed by the war, that he walked right by him at the Train Station. Did not recognise him.

But he went back to being a farmer. Raised a family and was just the salt of the earth type of man. I envy the lack of information he had to deal with. Wake up in the morning, listening to Paul Harvey, as he had his breakfast and got ready to face the day. Then work the land, and or fix equipment. He worked part time in town as a mechanic on heavy equipment. Then after a hard day of working he would be home in the evening and after supper turn on the 9 o’clock news to find out what went on in the world that day. That was it. No bombardment of information. Well, maybe the odd conversation with a neighbour or two.

But these days, it is none stop. And maybe that it is my own fault. Turn off your god damn phone you stupid SOB. So much information at your fingertips. Anything you want to know, just type it in and look it up. Hell now days you don’t even have to type it in. “Hey Siri,” All this power in my hands, and I am chained to it.

We are so connected and yet never so far apart. I want to go back home and just head off into the mountains. The dream has always been in the back of my head. But I won’t. Truth is I have become soft. Soft in body and soft in the head. I am a whore for all this contact. I love it and I hate it. What a punk.

Anyways, can we ever get some of these comedy shows going again. I think the problem is I have not had a crowd in front of me, for so long, to be able to talk shit too. I am tired of trying this thinking BS. Can we ever just talk smack and laugh.

“You know nothing, John Snow.”

Anyways, take care you all.