UBI Desperately Needed

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Months ago, when I wrote a blog post about former Democratic candidate for president, Andrew Yang, I explained the advantages of universal basic income (UBI), in the coming years, due to many jobs that are being and will be automated away.

Now, with the life-threatening consequences of Covid-19, non essential businesses having to shut down, and people being holed up in their homes to help keep from spreading the disease, we need UBI more than ever.

With all the wrangling going on between our politicians in Washington, it seems they can’t do their jobs in alleviating the beginnings of suffering and soon-to-be suffering across our country of its own citizens in having to close down their businesses and cancel gigs/concerts/shows, etc. The frustration and despair among my fellow Americans is growing.

Tax rebates, zero percent interest loans, will do next to nothing, if not nothing, in helping the everyday American.

A UBI of at least $1000 a month per adult and maybe in addition to that, as has been suggested by people like Scott Santens, $500 per child, is needed RIGHT NOW.

People have rent to pay, bills to pay, need food to eat, and medicines to buy.

Congressman, Tim Ryan, tweeted this message on March 20:

As soon as the House continues holding hearings, I’d like to invite @andrewyang to the Hill to testify about the benefits of a permanent UBI. We must bring our greatest minds together to offer solutions to ensure everyone feels more financially secure before disaster strikes.

I hope and pray Andrew is able to speak on the House floor and convince our government officials to pass a real UBI, as Representative Tulsi Gabbard tried to do a few weeks back with her own emergency UBI bill.

Both Yang and Gabbard are right. We need money for people suffering losses that will only grow in numbers, and we need it for the duration of this time until, like Tulsi Gabbard said yesterday on the Jimmy Dore Show, the disease has disappeared from our country and our financial situation is back to a stable place. 

 

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The Skinny

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While scrolling through my Twitter feed this morning, for some reason, the newest spring/summer 2020 fashion collection by Christian Dior video popped up and instantly played while it rolled down the computer screen. I stopped and studied each of the models and their outfits.

Now, before I go any further, I think the last time I ever looked at any type of models showing whatever the new fashions were for the season or year, was probably in my twenties. Since then, if I caught any strange styles in magazines while waiting in doctors’ or dentists’ offices back in my 30s and even perhaps a couple in my 40s, I would shake my head at the absolutely ridiculous and ugly pieces displayed on the glossy pages. I wasn’t impressed with the strange concoction of materials the designers managed to sew together into their supposed masterpieces.

So, if you’re a fan of fashion shows and trends and styles are your thing, you probably won’t get much out of this blog post because I’m about to share my problems with what I saw this morning.

I’ll start with I’d forgotten how terribly skinny the models are. Yes, I remember this has been an issue for several decades, but this show brought it all back to my consciousness.

I found that the majority of the models looked the same, but most especially their body types. They all looked at least 20-30 pounds underweight, their faces a bit taunt, some even looking malnourished. It was actually painful to watch.

One of the models had on a dress/skirt just above her knobby knees, and Lord, have mercy, she practically had match sticks for legs.

Their facial expressions, which I assume are supposed to be expressionless, looked a bit zombie-like.

I thought to myself, these poor young women need to gain at least twenty pounds. Their hips looked like they were about to shatter into pieces as they walked in those exaggerated strides.

The designer might as well have carried out the dresses on hangers, because that’s the image I got of these women’s forms.

Now, in the midst of my concern and genuine surprise and disgust, the styles weren’t really that bad, considering the ones I mentioned I’d seen in my younger years. There were some actual classy looking dresses, with a feeling of a throwback to the 1940s and 1950s beautiful, flowing gowns. I liked the predominantly gold clothing.

BUT… there has to come a day when the modeling agencies need to stop starving their models into near death to slip on the designers’ clothes. I feel it is completely unrealistic, unnatural, and frankly, not very attractive. It only promotes anorexia and bulimia, and those diseases destroy lives.

Give those girls some healthy food with a good amount of protein and calories enough that they actually look healthy and not like they’re ready to keel over at any minute, crumbling into dust.

For the love of everything precious in life, let the young women be healthy!

 

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Anxiety Bores Impatience

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When I was twenty-two, I was diagnosed with general anxiety with periodic panic attacks.

Anxiety and panic, for me, are two different things.  Panic attacks hit me in my head first, causing dizziness, followed by quickened heart rate, some perspiring, fear, and the like.  With anxiety, it starts in the chest and causes helplessness, an impending sense of doom, as well as quickened heart rate.

Everyone who suffers from anxiety or panic attacks may share in some of the symptoms, but experiences them a bit differently and also has different triggers that set them off.

Mine is TIME.

I remember in my early twenties explaining this visual of my trigger of time as a rodent running on a wheel, getting nowhere while time and the world churned ahead without me.  I desperately wanted to catch up but was helpless to in the moments of panic attacks.

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When I had my first panic attack at age twenty, it felt like my head was going to spin right off my body, my heart raced, and I feared loss of mind and control.  And as panic sufferers know, we become worried about it happening again, which perpetuates the panic feelings.

Eventually, after having a handful of full-blown panic attacks, I learned to be aware of when one was coming on, and talking to myself (in my head, not out loud) about it in a reasonable manner.

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At that time in my early twenties, for four years, I was on an anti-anxiety medication for my anxiety and a tranquilizer for panic attacks.  Both medications did the job of curbing my anxiety and panic attacks.  After getting off the medication, my system seemed improved.

Since this time (over twenty years ago), I’ve faired pretty well, but since the onslaught of peri-menopause, my anxiety and panic attacks have been kicked up a notch, causing some disruption in my life.

At the end of June, I did some stupid things because of my anxiety, like mistakenly canceling my debit card.

I looked over my husband’s and my checking account and discovered a debit card purchase for a DVD from an unknown company.  Worried and panic-stricken thinking  somebody had gotten my card number, I went online and disputed the purchase.  Immediately after I did that, my card was canceled.

It was at that moment I remembered the amount of the purchase and realized I did purchase this DVD.  It was just that the company name didn’t match the place I ordered from.

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Peri-menopausal fog brain mixed with anxiety is a recipe for chaos.

I called the bank the next day, and a new card was sent out for two-day delivery.

If I’d just waited and thought calmly for about five more minutes, I’m positive I would have remembered the amount and the place from which I purchased the DVD.

This was the day Whole Foods opened in my area, and I wanted to be there for the opening (I know, that alone is nuts).  Obviously I didn’t have my debit card, but I did have my checkbook.  That was a mistake because they didn’t take checks, so I had to run home and fetch my credit card that I’ve been desperately trying to pay down.

I could have just waited until the next day when my new debit card arrived and gone to Whole Foods then and not gone through all of this.  But NO, I was anxious to go RIGHT NOW!  If I didn’t go then, think of all the things I’d miss seeing on Opening Day!

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Every time my anxiety hits, I become impatient and pushy.  After the incident, I’d hate my actions and how I irritated my family members.  Imagine this anxious impatience…it feels like a tornado of confusion, frustration, fear, and anger sweeping through you.  At least it does for me.

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After experiencing this impatience three days in a row, I broke down in tears of frustration and anger, really strongly disliking myself for my stupid actions and idiocy.

Where did my brain go?

The next few days and weeks I sat analyzing my actions and behavior. I finally saw this pattern of impatience and that it was actually tied to my anxiety.

It only took me 28 years to figure this out.

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In any case, this was a breakthrough for me, a relief.  I’d finally figured out what I was doing and why I was doing it.

But how was I going to stop doing it?

Anxiety pounces on me unexpectedly a lot of the time.  The behavior and havoc almost always play out before I am aware of it.

Friends who suffer from anxiety and/or panic attacks, how do you experience them?  How do you deal with them?

Being a person who tries to follow Christ, making an effort to be Christ-like daily, even though I fail most of the time, my anxiety causes me to forget to ask Him for help when I’m going through this.  Too many times, I try to control these attacks all on my own.

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This is the crux of my problem.

But I suppose I had to discover what I was doing before I could reach this point.

So, now that I know this, I am making the effort and becoming more aware to ask God to help me through these instances of impatience and anxiety.

I’m not really a fan of praying for patience, because…well…then your patience is tested, and I fail 99% of the time.

BUT…

In reality, it’s through those tests of my patience, that I am provided the chances to be patient and make it become more of a habit, and therefore, become more of who I want to be, which is a better, calmer, loving person with a closer relationship to Christ.

In the past few weeks, I’ve been able to apply patience to at least three occasions, by talking to myself, as a type of mental coach, and through God’s help.

Here’s to a new path toward a less anxiety-ridden life.

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