I am, as the title says, awaiting bad news.
I am signed up for Bernie Sanders’ announcement to his supporters this coming Thursday night, June 16, and my ex-boyfriend but still friend is awaiting a liver biopsy.
I am awaiting bad news all around, and I am sort of resigned to it. And sort of not.
How to deal with the fact that our country’s political system is due to undergo more corruption and or other nightmarish hell thanks to Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump. No chance of Bernie saving the day, anymore.
How to deal with the fact that the man I had hoped to marry, but didn’t, might be back under my roof soon in order for me to give him the care he would otherwise have at a hospice? How to deal with the fact that I had thought we were over and could just be friends, but that was when I thought he’d be hanging around in my life for years and years, as a good buddy, and not possibly suffering pancreatic cancer of the pancreas and liver.
How to deal with the fact that, as much as I know life is unpredictable and things don’t always go smoothly, this year is turning out to be the suckiest, fuckiest year ever, and I don’t mean that in a good, fun, sexual way.
I hate bad news. I hate news, in general. Especially mainstream media news that is broadcast by firms who are already bought and sold by the lobbyists and corporations that own our politicians.
I hate awaiting bad news. I hate waiting.
But I love you all, and wish you peace, as I wait.
I await the news.