My weekly therapy group usually turns out to be a reality test for me. I find out that my perspective on life isn’t the only one. And that is instructive.
Then their are my neighbors. Another therapy group in a way. The ones I’ve gotten to know are people who would give another neighbor the shirt off their back. Those people are hard to find.
I recall from my childhood, my parents having had those relationships with people in our neighborhoods. It seemed like everyone looked out for one another. Even when sis and I ran away from home once. We got rescued by a neighbor.
When I was a much younger adult, I lived between two elderly households in an old neighborhood near downtown. On any day it snowed, I made damned sure that all walks and porches associated with those households were shoveled before anyone from either place even contemplated going outside. I set alarm clock earlier for those days. The Christmas cookies and stuff I got from that were “icing on the cake” so to speak.
The one time I was a little late was Christmas Day, after the Denver“Blizzard of 1986”. I had to get the front door open first so I could get to the shovel on the front porch. Current significant other and I had planned to go out to dinner that day. And there wasn’t a whole lot of food in the house. I ended up eating most of it in order keep up the energy to dig out three houses. Those were the best of times.
That spirit got re-kindled a little this week. Thanks to my neighbors. And that is what I miss most. People helping one another. Cause it’s what’s right.
So, it really pisses me off that we must divert ourselves from those human interactions, in order to defend ourselves from this fucking regime we’ve stumbled into. I think it’s likely, that it pisses everyone else off too.