I'm Sick Of Being Alone When Scary Sh*t Happens
And it just...keeps...happening.
Welcome to Cheaper Than Therapy, a newsletter for 80s babies by Shani Silver.
I’m one piece of “breaking news” away from a hysterical fit of laughter that won’t end until someone slaps me in the face. I was going about my business yesterday, bagging up my recycling as if even one scrap of it will actually go back into circulation instead of a landfill, and it dawned on me how sick I am of weathering terrifying shit by myself. I’ve been single since March of 2008. Remember what happened in September of 2008? It’s almost like my prolonged singlehood ushered in the fall of society and for that I sincerely apologize.
It’s not just the meme-ified repetition of “unprecedented times” and the shock of sweeping, significant threats to our way of life. It’s the fact that every time things fall apart, I’m alone when they do. I am sick of being alone in general, but I am really sick of being alone and afraid for my physical and financial safety at the same time. Everyone’s in deep shit right now, but they have company.