Up to our chins in poop

“If we stay where we are, where we're stuck, where we're comfortable and safe, we die there. We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins. If you want to know only what you already know, you're dying. You're saying: Leave me alone; I don't mind this little rathole. It's warm and dry. Really, it's fine.

When nothing new can get in, that's death. When oxygen can't find a way in, you die. But new is scary, and new can be disappointing, and confusing - we had this all figured out, and now we don't.

New is life.”

― Anne Lamott, Help Thanks Wow: Three Essential Prayers

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We really wish they would change

those people

We really wish life would remain the way it was

as we remember it

back then

don’t confuse us with the reality

that it really wasn’t that way

We love our fantasizes

about when men were men

and women were women

and children were seen and not heard

and America never did anything wrong

ever

we really want to believe that the problem

is someone else’s

that whatever discomfort or pain we feel

is because things “out there” are changing

for the worse

is because people who act differently

think differently

look differently

are invading our space

the problem is

with whomever doesn’t agree with us

and so we listen to the voices that tell us this is true

and we look outwardly

and we snuggle down

like mushrooms

with poop (our own) up to our chins

the poop of resentment and fear

and slowly

we die

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"I have abandoned my search for truth

  and am now looking for a good fantasy”

                                                Ashleigh Brilliant