If I had a fairy godmother, after she picked me off the newly scrubbed bathroom tiles, she would ask me why I was so sad and what is it that she could do to help. She could wave her magic wand and fix just about anything (if she were truly my fairy godmother she would probably have restrictions something like the Genie from Aladdin. And she would have a New England accent and have an acrylic french manicure with nail art. Just saying).
“Why so sad?”
There are people being killed in the name of religion and politics all over the world. People, in general, are trying to pretend like nothing is happening. They are more concerned about their new gym membership or the newest iPhone that is out. Racism is running rampant (it has always been said that the 50s were the “Good Ol Days“). I am constantly depressed. My therapist says it is because I have too much stress. I overthink everything which leads to the inability to come to proper conclusions about situations. The man I love has enjoyed his e-life & relations more than he does real life (see: with me). My heart has been broken so many times in the past year that I am not even sure that if I had the energy to gather all the pieces they would all still be there.
I am lonely. Directionless.
“Hmm… that is easy enough to fix, my dear!” *waves wand*
People are putting their religions aside to help rebuild the lands they have been destroying. Men are helping widows and their children to get reliable shelter and safety. The dead or being honourably buried and memorialised. The media is not looking for an angle, they are reporting the sudden but positive change as it is happening. No politician is looking for a reason why this is a joke, everyone is pitching in and making a difference. Country leaders are being allowed to do what is best for the people, not for corporations.
I wake up to the sun streaming in behind my blinds. It is yellow and warm … I know I should be sceptical (or at least confused) but I just smile, stretch and open the windows to let the winter sun in. I go from room to room, waking all the residents of the house. Everyone leaves with tea and toast in their bellies and a happy heart. Will kisses me before he runs for the bus – there is no hesitation or worry. He waves from the patio as he walks away. Later, he emails me which positively undoes all the lies and betrayals he has previously put me through. I do not overanalyse this gesture – I let his words heal me.
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo
