Thank goodness the pandemic has ended social gatherings. I’d be an even bigger bore than you’ve come to expect.
The reason? I ignored the Democratic and Republican national nominating conventions – for Joe Biden last week and Donald Trump this week. My social-media feeds swelled with pithy reactions to both events, and I could offer … nothing.
Of course, the conventions for decades have been little more than made-for-television coronations of the inevitable and are today also intended as social-media meme machines.
But, no, I didn’t boycott the conventions. I didn’t avoid them as an act of conscience. I didn’t spurn one because I thought I might retch (although I might have) and skip the other out of fairness.
I simply wasn’t interested. Couldn’t pull myself away from more interesting diversions.
A book.
Walks in my neighborhood.
YouTube crash videos.
I’m mighty interested in the coming election. I read news reports each morning from multiple sources I trust about the prior evening’s convention events. And the unavoidable memes dominated my social media.
But each evening, I did something fun or relaxing.
