I am boggled by the lack of imagination or willingness to make the world a better place - both at the micro level, when I interact with people - and at the macro level, when I look at world/national policies and actions. I feel like I am my father's daughter when I question the choices of humanity.
Are there good and generous people out there? Yes, of course. Are there people working with all their energy and time to move the world in a better direction? Yes, and that gives me hope.
But the pettiness and the me-first or whiny attitude that many Americans bring to the table (and I doubt it is only Americans - they are just the population I know best) is totally aggravating. No wonder my blood pressure is off the charts on a regular basis - I can't seem to let go of the aggravation I feel - probably because people keep doing new aggravating things! Maybe if I became a hermit I would have better health.
Here's a micro example. My mother is beginning to get better but is far from back to where she was before she got sick. She has only left her apartment building with me to go to doctor's appointments or to go to dinner. But since she is getting back her strength she thought she would try what should be an easy outing on her own. She lives in an apartment building that offers an "errand-run" once or twice a month to help the senior residents take care of business. So she signed up, requesting that they take her to the nursing home where my father is. They say they can't do it - that it's too far! Despite the fact that it is right next to a mall that they take people to on a regular basis!
I have tried to access a number of senior services trying to see if they would take her to see my father - but they all have said that they do not take seniors to see family members in nursing homes - they only take them to things to help them take care of their lives: grocery stores, doctors' appointments, etc. Well, she doesn't need that - I do all that for her - which is why I don't have time to run her out to see my father!
Being old is not for sissies...
