Today, a patient came up and told me they found a wad of money in one of our exam rooms and they didn’t know who it belonged to so they wanted to turn it in up front. I was anticipating a few random dollars. It was $300 rubber banded together.
Teacher Threads Next chapter in The Book of Things I Can’t Say Because I’m Held to a Higher Standard as a Public Educator: Things Parents Say to Teachers
Politics is the same a blood sucking parasite that can’t make it on its own, climbs on the back of one of the parties feeding off them, making it weaker and volatile polluting it so it accept every vile things a healthy host would normally reject!
In that spot, indeed, more than twenty years ago, I had spent whole mornings wandering among the ruins, breathing in the wormwood, warming myself against the stones, discovering little roses, soon plucked of their petals, which outlive the spring.
I hate the endless lies, I hate being an issue to be fixed, I hate being a "contagious disease", I hate being the forever fucking culture war, I hate being the lamb on the chopping block of public opinion, I hate that even death cannot set you free from it.