RE: At what point is America no longer a safe place for me to live?
July 9, 2022 at 9:28 am
(This post was last modified: July 9, 2022 at 9:29 am by arewethereyet.)
I've been thinking about this topic a bit more. I just turned 65. For the majority of my life the biggest threat was a potential car accident. I am not sure I am as attuned to other threats as I would be had I grown up with them. We just didn't think about it other than making sure that while at a concert or something you were protective of your purse/valuables.
Of course, I am a white woman who came of age in the 70s. I got some snarky remarks about being a hippie but being a petite white woman didn't really make me a target....unless Ted Bundy had shown up...had the long hair parted in the middle, the color he preferred.
I spent decades thinking I could just go where I wanted, when I wanted, and all would be fine.
Now I don't know if some wingnut is going to show up at Target and start shooting.
Always a loner...Amazon, Chewy, and being able to order groceries online means I seldom have to leave the house and deal with people. An occasional trip to the pharmacy or the post office is about the limit of my outings. I go once a week to the office to drop off and pick up paperwork...the only thing I have to worry about is James being in a mood.
I don't think I have the experience to be alert enough to be allowed out in public, especially at night.
Of course, I am a white woman who came of age in the 70s. I got some snarky remarks about being a hippie but being a petite white woman didn't really make me a target....unless Ted Bundy had shown up...had the long hair parted in the middle, the color he preferred.
I spent decades thinking I could just go where I wanted, when I wanted, and all would be fine.
Now I don't know if some wingnut is going to show up at Target and start shooting.
Always a loner...Amazon, Chewy, and being able to order groceries online means I seldom have to leave the house and deal with people. An occasional trip to the pharmacy or the post office is about the limit of my outings. I go once a week to the office to drop off and pick up paperwork...the only thing I have to worry about is James being in a mood.
I don't think I have the experience to be alert enough to be allowed out in public, especially at night.
I'm your huckleberry.
