Maybe They Just Don't Care

How appropriate

I like Stephen Colbert, because he's funny enough to make me laugh, but it annoys me that he jumped onto this bandwagon.  He, and other members of the media, have said it's great that New Yorkers didn't let the 10/31/17 terror attack stop them from going on with their plans to dress up for the annual Halloween parade. 
This is something I've touched on before.  When horrible things happen to people and animals (especially animals), life just goes on, because many people only really care about themselves.  The boyfriend of one of my coworkers recently died.  She was out for a week or so; then she returned to work.  What did she come back to?  Coworkers, and customers, smiling and laughing.  Who knows how upset she is, and for how long?  But that's all part of the nightmare of this society.  Something tragic happens in your life, and nearly everyone around you doesn't care.  They just keep smiling and laughing.  Maybe they'll say, oh so sincerely, that they're sorry for your loss, and, once that's over with, they will go right back to smiling and laughing.
If you suffer a horrible loss in your life, turn off the TV, put your phone down, and go into the wilderness.  There you will find the peace and respect you need.  If you go far enough into it, you won't be surrounded by cruel, selfish, money-hungry human jackals. 
Adults dressed up for Halloween the same day that a terrorist killed 8 people and injured at least 11 in the same city.  Do what you want to do.  But should they really be given a pat on the back for doing that?  Perhaps it was just selfish, insensitive, and disrespectful.          

Tragedy

 
I'll begin with the animals.  Innumerable animal lives have been tragic.  Humans have played a huge part in that: using them any way they see fit.  How many cows would have been great mothers, but weren't given a chance, because their calves were taken away shortly after birth, so people could take the milk instead?  How many pigs, chickens, and turkeys would have made great pets?  I've seen pigs that were pets (on TV).  I saw a pig push a soccer ball around.  I saw a pig put a toy back in the toy box once she was finished with it.  I have cuddled with pigs and given them belly rubs.  When I began to rub their bellies, they acted just like dogs do; they rolled onto their sides so they could get proper belly rubs.  Of course, most pigs aren't pets.  Many of them are kept in gestation crates, where they have no room to walk anywhere, or even turn around.  That's their reality until it's time to be murdered.  Hens make great pets too.  There's an organization called HenPower, which brings hens to senior citizens living in nursing homes.  Hens make great pets, because they're soft, and they don't bite (even though they have every right to bite people considering what we've done to them).  Turkeys have made great pets too.  I saw one running with the family dog and a human friend.  How many great animal friendships would have developed if we hadn't separated them for our own selfish reasons?  The way people have treated countless animals is horrible: denying them a chance to live natural, happy, peaceful lives.
Then there are people who have lived tragic lives.  The cemeteries are full of them.  So many people had so much promise, but life didn't treat them fairly.  As I've mentioned before, people come from 3 basic sorts of families: those that are abusive, those that are unsupportive, and those that are very helpful.  When ti comes to people who have lived tragic lives, none immediately come to mind. That's because many of the lucky people are the rich and famous ones.  Donald Trump had a rich daddy.  I used to act; people told me I was good at it.  So I can't help focusing on actors who have made it as a result of nepotism: Charlie Sheen, George Clooney, and Angelina Jolie are only a few of them.  I could go on and on with that list.
I can't help thinking that my life will end in tragedy: for me, a big one, but, for the world, it wouldn't even register.  I've been told that I'm funny.  I know I haven't shown that side here.  But I've written a lot of comedic material.  Lately, I've been reviewing it and trying to organize it.  I may not have time to do anything with it.  Time, and money, is running out for me.  It turns out that time really is money. When my credit card won't let me have any more cash advances, I'm looking at homelessness or suicide.        
I keep trying to find a job.  I recently "tried out" for a job as a pants presser in a dry cleaner shop.  I was shown how to do it.  It involved 2 machines and an iron.  I dressed up; I shouldn't have.  It was hot there.  Apparently, I didn't do very well.  They didn't call me back.  I tried my hardest, though.  First prize, you live.  Second prize, you die.