Existential Crisis

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For almost a year now, life has moved along with all the stability of a 2007 Jeep Wrangler going 48 miles per hour on a country road full of potholes.
Sure, you can slow down until the death wobble stops, maybe you even bite the bullet and spend the money having a steering dampener installed but either way - the ride is no fun once that mother fucker starts to shake.

Then there was the election that was totally above board and absolutely beyond reproach with no signs whatsoever of impropriety, ballot tampering, or voter fraud.

This shit has had me questioning some things that I have always taken for granted - something that periodically hits me in the mornings about halfway through my first cup of coffee.

Now of course we have the events of 6 January 2021 to add to our collective social diary...

I'm faced with the realization that we all must always define our own lives through the choices we make and I am left wondering - is my bowl of cereal actually a salad?

For years - I knew I was smarter than everyone else because I knew that my cereal was a soup - sort of a Lucky Charms/gazpacho if you will - in a tasty pasteurized dairy broth with a garnish of raisins or sliced bananas.

Then suddenly America changed and I was forced to accept the facts - a salad is a mixture of food - typically using raw ingredients - often dressed and served chilled...
...crunchy oat cereal pieces, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers.

Life turned upside down - when the cereal is gone - is the remaining milk still a dressing or is it magically transformed into a beverage?

I used to think it was a broth - and now - well, I just don't know anymore