If you happened to have read my two somewhat political rants from yesterday (here and here) you probably figured out that I have a serious need to be distracted from the news. So I decided this morning, as a diversion, to rearrange my sock drawer.
The drawer in which I kept my socks contained my black “dress” socks, which I haven’t worn since I retired two-and-half years ago, and my white athletic socks, which I wear all the time.
And my undershirt drawer contained both my white and colored undershirts. So I thought that, since I mostly wear white socks and white undershirts and never wear black socks and rarely wear colored undershirts, it made sense to separate the whites from the coloreds.
And so, for the sake of efficiency, I moved my white undershirts and white socks into one drawer and my black socks and colored undershirts into a different drawer.
But once I finished that task, I began to fear that Donald Trump’s racist views about whites, blacks, and browns was rubbing off on me.
Was my inexplicable need to separate my white socks and undershirts from the colored ones nothing more than a logical and efficient way to organize my drawers? A simple act of diversion on my part?
Or was it actually something much more sinister? Was it due to some sort of subliminal message from our racist, xenophobic president piecing into my subconsciousness?
Damn! Even my diversions and distractions aren’t getting the moron in the Oval Office and the havoc he and his cronies are doing to this country — and the world — off my mind.
I seriously need to stop reading and watching the news before I find myself no longer able to tolerate Mexican food.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “fear.”