After the rally yesterday I ended up behind the piana later , in the evening.
I noticed sometimes as good as a rally can make me feel , then there is the harsh reality I must come back down to.
That happened when I played the piana, I was practicing a song I wrote with someone else as the inspiration, whose name is in title , someone who is my friend. E.g., Song for Horace would have me think of the pianist Horace Silver , whom I never met.
But this song I was playing got me to think about the namesake, another guitar player I'd in the past made music with. It made me so sad, to the point of needing to write, to think about… this sad fact. I now have literally no one to play music with, since IsoLa it went from playing in fear to no more fellow players at all. Unless they too are not vaxxed, ………,.
I need to meet more sane musicians…
It made me so sad to think that both friends who play guitar I may have called upon to make music have had their wives tell them not to spend time with me indoors.
Sad beyond words
It makes me so sad to see this segregation of society in to the vaxxed and vaxx-nots.
The first guitarist has said to me, “Why don't you get vaxxed…?”
Well, I don't want to be part of the experiment, thanks, nor my future progeny. Thanks but no vaxx.
Actually I may have missed an expletive implied or spoken,
Why don't you get effin' vaxxed?
It makes me so sad that an experimental gene therapy mislabeled as a vaccine that prevents nothing and shoots evil into my vegan veins is promoted by my friends to restore Normalcy. Grateful to be perpetually outKast so less peer pressured. One friends' wife is a retired nurse…. She may not be seeing what actually happened, and she too, bought and drank the Kool aide.
I am heartbroken but I have my basic health and well being plus sadness.
I guess I won't be able to have visits with those two vaxxed guitar players , and although I don't take it too personally, I decided to delete their phone numbers today.
Sadly.
I have to live in reality which is that there's no reason to speak with folks who used to be my friends, still are, but now consider and treat me as less than human.
As a member of Womanity I have to be careful to take care of my self and my own feelings and well being, which means I guess I will be in the control group, as opposed to the controlled…