I Know It's All Important to Know & Speak On, But Joy is Resistance Too?
where's the whimsy in this bitch? I'm lost and scared, please send help in the form of nonsense and giggles
As I work on my little Substack corner of the world, the need to be of the community is starting to close in on me. So I take a little peruse through to see who to follow and what to read. I scroll through the categories. I know I listed my blog as Culture and Humor, because I don’t know what else this would be considered. I’m not teaching you anything, I’m just here.
So after everything I was initially seeing on the front page being related to Trump and the No Kings rallies, and politics, politics, fascism, I try to choose an actual category for some fresh topics. Even within the Humor category, everything was about Trump.
If this is the Humor section, when do we ever get a break? And look, I’m not a proponent of escapism, that is not my angle. It’s all important. I get it. I’m not saying it isn’t. But so is rest. So is joy. So is having something to live for that you enjoy beyond the glib and the terrifying.
Because what if we do fight all of this away, then what? Without a focus on what we cherish and value, we will inevitably fall back into similar fuckery whether it’s slightly better or way worse. You need to take a damn break from the consumption of all that is awful. And not in a social media way where you see a kitten get a home via the cat distribution system and then scroll to see the Iranian missile strikes, and then scroll once more to see the latest dance trend.
We need the kind of breaks that give our brains space to imagine what a better world looks like. We need to meditate on the media that gives us hope. I have always felt my position in the fight is the facilitator of levity. Not as a distraction but as a recharge. As a means to connect and relate to one another.
This is not some grand decree of the answers we need to follow. I don’t know what to do, I just know I’m tired. I wanted to connect to this community, and hit a road block, but since I don’t want that to discourage me, I figured I’d just write about my frustrations. I hope it leads me to find my Substack people. Because now I get why I don’t feel like my content is meant to be here. Every time I try to find people, I just get tutorial pages and political reads recommended to me.
WHERE ARE THE GOOBERS? They are my people and they have to be around somewhere, spreading whimsy with reckless abandon. Find me, pleaseeeeeee.