Two-Bit Musings.

Dear Society.

Dear Society:

I love you. Always remember that. We are in this together.

And as your friend, I need to tell you a few things. . .

(clears throat)

. . .

Dear Society:

Please stop assuming the rules don’t apply to you. Every single one of us has places to be.

Please stop spewing out bullshit news articles that haven’t been proofread. You’re embarrassing yourself. And me.

Please stop throwing money at problems that require nothing more than time, expertise, and compassion.

Please stop labeling our writing as Women’s Lit.

Please stop making fun of libraries and post offices. They keep this place sane.

Please stop demonizing people for their mistakes of the past. Accept their apologies and move the fuck on.

Please stop assuming we are the only species that deserves a healthy habitat.

Please stop saying literally when you mean figuratively. No, they shouldn’t just change the definition.

Please stop creating caricatures of entire groups of people, and then freak out when someone draws one of you.

Please stop acting like you were never young.

Please stop feeling sorry for yourself. You are not the only one who has experienced heartache.

Please stop excusing the institutions that oppress our bodies and minds.

And please. . . stop forgetting that everyday we are making history.

We. are. better. than. this.

All of my love,

SnapDragon

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SnapDragon is a writer who wants to be part of the solution.

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Two-Bit Musings.

If I Ever Get Outta Here.

Smug Mug, 2020. Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved.

If I ever get out of here*. . .

If I ever get out of here, I will do the following, in no particular order:

1. Happily take my lazy ass to the gym. I’ll walk for 30, elliptical for another 30, and inevitably be in a brighter mood for the rest of the day. Also, I might even shower there. I figure the place will never be as post-pandemically-clean again.

2. Fix my face up like Lucille Ball. I don’t think I’ve worn makeup for almost a year. Truth be told, I think I like buying it more than I like wearing it. But, after being stuck in the same cycle of sweatpants and loose tee shirts, with no place to go, I’m ready for a little glamour.

3. Gorge myself at Morimoto. If dining out were a sporting event, I’d be eligible for an Olympic medal by now. I miss it. And while I’ve only been there once, Morimoto in Philly is off. the. chain. So when business is booming again, we are going. And we’re having drinks, and appetizers, and all of the heavenly avocado-and-cream-cheese sushi rolls our little hearts desire.

4. Spend a weekend at Wildwood. Growing up, Wildwood, New Jersey was my family’s vacation spot. And oh, how I love it, Dear Reader! And right now I want nothing more than to pack up the car, grease myself up with SPF 26,000 and enjoy the salt water taffy. Crowds on the Boardwalk? No. Problem.

5. Wander aimlessly. I think what I miss most during this shut down is simply the ability to stroll. Like, among people. Like, going downtown to breeze through a book shop, or a quirky boutique, or farmers’ market. Even making polite conversation with passersby. Because, as George Costanza reminds us, we are living in a society.

So please, Powers That Be, let us out of our cages soon.**

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SnapDragon is an artist, educator, and strong believer in the after-school snack.

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*. . .“thought of giving it all away, to a registered charity. All I need is a pint a day. If I ever get outta here . .”

** So that we can start complaining about everything again and find ourselves wanting nothing more than to be at home

You First.

You First.

Don’t Be a Dope, 2019. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

As I strolled through my old Philadelphia block, I ducked into the Starbucks for a reprieve from the summer heat.

Not feeling up for an iced coffee (gasp!) I purchased a little bag of barbeque chips and settled in for a little morning read. Sam Harris today.

As a lady contemplated her order at the register, a man walked up and stood to her right. He looked assured in his caffeinated decision.

A third customer approached the register, this time standing to the left of the lady. Clearly, there was confusion as to which way the line was to form.

This third customer, another man, was greeted next by the barista. I’m sure her eyes looked this way out of habit. In a bustling city Starbucks, efficiency is key.

I crunched on my chips, watching.

Rather than this third customer correcting the situation, and ushering the rightful “next” customer forward, he very matter-of-factly informed Customer #2 that “Starbucks lines always form along the pastry display.” He said it with a smile, and in that overly articulate, pompous college student tone of voice that makes me want to punch people in the face.

Afterward, Customer #3–let’s call him Dick–placed his order without batting an eye, as the other man joined the arbitrary “pastry display” line.

Get to it, Snap. What of it?

This situation is Exhibit A of what is wrong with America.

Now don’t get me wrong: I’m a fan of keeping things orderly. I’m a teacher, you know.

But this was a blatant, Me-First, Fuck-You attitude. And even though it was done in a “polite” fashion, it demonstrated our societal value of dog-eat-dog living.

Should I be surprised?

Our capitalist economy is based on the very idea of climbing your way to the top, no matter who you step on along the way.

In order to gain, someone has to lose. Always. Check the definition, friends.

I want to be the anomaly to these American “values”. I want to put others first, even in the tiniest of ways. Even if I was first, even if I was right, I want to err on the side of compassion.

Because not everything is about me.

My time is not more or less important than anyone else’s.

And neither is yours.

We’re in this together, Dear Reader.

So each day we have one ultimate choice: Is it me? Or we?