This post was written by one of my fellow-authors in Once Upon an Expat. Margie is an American woman married to a Turkish man, watching the horrors there unfold in a way the rest of us need to understand. It’s short (a skill that seems to escape me), and it’s important. Please read.
Laughter Is Better Than Prozac
I woke up this morning with a broken heart again and I’m tired of it. I’m too old for this crap. People of Earth, I’m tried of citizens acting like a bunch of unruly toddlers, (And God knows I’m clear on the behaviors of unruly toddlers- even unruly toddlers with anesthesia hang-overs this week). This world is in desperate need of a swift kick in the ass and a good grounding with no electronics for at least a month. I mean, people WTF?
My mature response to the world’s current state is a burning desirer to jump on my bicycle and ride far, far away with my handlebar streamers flowing in the wind and my banana seat cutting into my thigh-chub. But as adulthood took away my damn banana seat and replaced my handlebar basket with a fat kid in a bike trailer behind me, riding off into the sunset…
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2 thoughts on “My Adopted Home Is Bleeding and You Need To Understand Why”
Thanks for posting, Margo. It’s always helpful to have another point of view. So overwhelming, when we all have friends, quite literally, all over the world!
And how much better of a world would it be if everyone did, right? Thank you!