Who Would Be In Your Circle?

I was getting ready to post a rant that I wrote titled: How long held hostage? Then I stopped and thought about it.
I have been through all kinds of bad stuff. I have friends that have been through similar things. That’s just what life is all about, I think. Yes, we can stand up and fight against some of the things we don’t agree with – sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But if the Zombie apocalypse happened tomorrow, who would you want to be with? Yes, I know you are thinking – WHAT DID I JUST SAY; but hang with me here. I do have a method to my madness.

I don’t plan out my blog posts. I jot down little ideas that I have while running about (I carry a little notebook with me everywhere I go), but I never know what I want to say until I start at it. The first post, How long held hostage, was about trying to define (mainly in my own head) exactly what our government is doing to us. I used the help of Merriam-Webster.com for the following:

Bully: Definition of bully
1a : a blustering, browbeating person especially: one who is habitually cruel, insulting, or threatening to others who are weaker, smaller, or in some way vulnerable tormented by the neighborhood bully
 Extortion: Definition of extortion
1: the act or practice of extorting especially money or other property especially : the offense committed by an official engaging in such practice
Terrorist: Definition of terrorism
          1 : an advocate or practitioner of terrorism as a means of coercion
Coercion: Definition of coercion
1 : the act, process, or power of coercing They used coercion to obtain the confession. (this didn’t give me much of an answer so I read on…) Legal Definition of coercion
2 : the use of express or implied threats of violence or reprisal (as discharge from employment) or other intimidating behavior that puts a person in immediate fear of the consequences in order to compel that person to act against his or her will

I was traveling that road because I have friends, family, people that I love and care about that are hurting right now due to the stupid (yes, I said stupid, and I mean it) Government Shutdown. I used to work for our government, and I know first-hand how the decisions they make from their ivory tower can inflict severe damage. Several regulations they passed from their thrones, were shuffled down to our level and then we were expected to implement them. They had no clue what it actually took to do said act. They also didn’t see the “bigger picture” of what happens when you make those kinds of decisions on We The People. All of that story just kept making me more upset, more angry, and feeling more out-of-control. So I stopped and slept on it, then I came up with an epiphany.

What if the zombie apocalypse happened tomorrow?

I just picked zombie because I am hooked on The Walking Dead show. I don’t watch for the gore (some of it is just too graphic), I watch for the creator’s rendition of the human condition involved in a story of that type. So, what if the world went to hell tomorrow? I’m not talking about complete annihilation but something severe. I watched a series called Revolution (there were only two seasons) which examined the possible human condition if all the electricity suddenly stopped. Could you imagine?

• No cel phones,
• no heat,
• no cars,
• no internet,
• no anything that needed electricity to run.

One last example that strikes a chord with me is Day After Tomorrow. Yes, I am a big Dennis Quaid fan, but I love the concept of the movie.

The whole epiphany for me was this:

Who would I choose to have in my group to survive?

It all boiled down to one simple truth for me. A person CAN choose who they want to be around – even family can be disowned. I have the family I have, the friends and loved ones that I have not because of money, power, fame or anything else so petty. I have these people in my life because they either:

• Have things in common with me.
• Make me laugh.
• I can trust them.
• We can share thoughts and ideas.

I didn’t realize until I started writing the other post how important the last one is. I may not always see eye-to-eye with someone in my circle. We may have arguments or heated discussions about a subject. The key is that no matter what is said, what is thought, or what is felt; at the end of the day they are still a part of my circle. So if the world went to hell tomorrow, my circle is who I would want around me. They are a farmer, gardeners, retirees, Government workers, military, police, firemen/women, Social Service workers, plumbers, electricians you name it; we have a walk-of-life in it. They are part of my circle because we value and respect each other. We can have a difference of opinion, but we would never turn on each other over it.

Before our fire of 2014, I worked for the government for over eleven years. I became extremely bitter by the end of my employment with them. The job left me feeling that people, in general, were all users. They will suck you dry of life, love, and laughter if you let them. I held many different jobs before that one, but never did I have such a low and bitter view of humans until that job. The fire brought me back to reality. People are good. They are caring, compassionate, warm, funny, loving, loyal, and thoughtful.
I realized in my epiphany that the government made me feel like my hands were tied all the time. I used to call Congress, send letters, I even got through to someone once who listened; but nothing ever changed. The only thing I have in life is my circle of people. These are the ones to hold close, protect, defend, laugh, cry, and grow with. This is the way changes happen when we hold tight to each other and stand together as one.
The bottom line for this post is I hate that the government is holding us, hostage, to get what they want. It is our (very) hard earned tax dollars that secure us – not a wall, not regulations, or Congress, or even by a President – but by We The People holding strong to one-another. Everything shitty that has happened in my life was overcome with the help of my circle of friends, family, and loved ones. I could never have made it past age eighteen if I didn’t have all of them for support.

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