Junk or Cozy

 

I need to type this here because social media isn’t going to care or allow this much text.  The world is too much “junk” and not enough “cozy” right now.  Junk is all this obsession with politicians, legalism and putting actions before motives.  Junk is all this painful and uncaring nonsense.  Junk is knowing people chose to be police officers to legally commit crime, especially racist murder, that politicians insist on stamping on the throats of people who just want to breathe, but can’t because that politician insists on hurt them because they’re men who romantically love men, or women who romantically love women.  Junk is being scared into silence because you know some BUTT is going to insult you because you like Miley Cyrus and Chris Cornell and Led Zeppelin and Judas Priest and they think such a thing is against God.  Junk is seeing 10 years of “chokelifts” and other murders of your favorite video game characters because they don’t care to know their motives, just the letter of the law, acting just like Javert from Les Miserables, then daring to put “ally” or “BLM” in their profile.  I don’t believe you when you’re so cruel to fictional characters that you genuinely think anything about real-world strife.  Junk is the arbiter of society, and being one while claiming to worship the Man who said “Judge not, lest ye be judged.”  Junk is stuff you thought the world tossed away when Dr. King was murdered.

 

So, what is cozy?  Cozy is togetherness.  Cozy is seeing cinnamon roll actress Abby Trott post a silly face selfie.  Cozy is a writer and her cats.  Cozy is the characters junk wants to kill, the “some days I wish I could spend the whole day doing nothing and gorging myself on sweets” “Let’s go do that” (affection increases), the “you’re not alone,” the “it must be that smile of yours that captures the audience’s heartstrings” the “people on my right, let me hear you” the “oh, crud, thank you for your patronage,” the calm of a Jesus quote, Valjean rescuing Cosette, that is cozy.  Yes, cozy is the gentle reads of Tara Platt and the fun reads of Laura Bailey and knowing my LGBTQ+ friends; Jordan, Priscilla, Abbie and Cheri are fine.  And I am not seeing enough of it.