I’m not sure if you remember this but back when we were little kids, there was this thing called The Cootie Shot. Remember?
There was a rhyme to it that went “Circle, circle, dot, dot, now you’ve got the cooties shot.”
Cooties are louse affecting humans with infestations such as lice or the more embarrassing of them all, which are crabs or pubic lice. There are different stories as to where the name originated from. However, Cooties is also an imaginary childhood disease that one could catch by touching someone who is “Uncool,” or disliked and socially avoided.
Either way, to have cooties is a mark of shame. And no one wants this, No one wants to be the outcast or looked upon as dirty, or worse, no one wants to be seen as diseased and avoided. Nevertheless, as kids we used to protect ourselves with the ever popular Cootie Shot. At the time, this was our vaccine. This was our special brand of inoculation, and although fictitious, the immunization did come with some notable side effects.
Although there were no immediate physical side effects at the so-called injection site, there was a steady increase of anxiousness and feelings of rejection, which led to feelings of social unsteadiness, social anxieties and depression to those whom were diagnosed and quarantined as social lepers.
In extreme cases, there was the ever crucial Super-Duper, Double-Looper Double Cootie Shot, which went, “Circle, circle, circle, dot, dot, dot now you’ve got the super-duper, double-looper cootie shot.”
(Keep in mind, we were kids, not poets.)
The Super-Duper shot was administered when accidentally touching the worst of the worst, the most rejected, the picked on and the most cootie-bearing kid in the class. And there was the kid that smelled in the class. There was the unkempt ones and the uncool ones. There were the kids that didn’t fit in. There were the ones that appeared to have challenges which are things another kid wouldn’t have the mental capacity to understand or empathize with.
In fairness, the shot was never a shot at all. The immunization was not given by a needle. Instead, this was administered by a friend with a pen that drew on your arm and made the circle, circle, and the dot, dot.
For the record, I have had the cooties. I have been given the cootie shot as well as administered the shot several times myself. I have to do this during the battles at elementary school playgrounds during the wars of “Momma jokes” and bullying insults.
One would think that we have grown since then. One would think that of course, as we age, we mature. And as we mature, one would think we would learn to stop shaming one another. One would think we could learn how to stop and resolve interpersonal tensions without insults or fistfights like the ones we had after school and in the field behind the gym.
I came across an old journal entry of mine. The entry was written a few years back. Keep in kind, our tensions were different back then but needless to say, the tensions among us were as thick as could be. . .
The tension in my city is incredible. It seems to me a line has been drawn down the middle. We are split between crowds of either or.
I cannot pretend there is no such thing as racism. It is my opinion that saying there is no racism is the same as saying there is no terrorism. And I use this comparison with purpose because I see little difference between the two. Both terrorism and racism are used to divide and conquer. They both stem into violent forms of ignorance, which stem from misguided versions of misinformation.
The problem with public outrage is we give in too easily to the speakers who benefit from the damage we sustain in our community. There are speakers that look to stir the madness instead of settle the disputes. Without saying so, the agendas call for blood, but yet, the speakers disappear and hide behind their platforms after the blood spills. And then what? Who has to clean up? Who suffers?
I am in full support of reform and change. I am for rebuilding, educating, retraining, and with all my heart, I am for a peaceful resolve; however, there is a saying, “No justice, no peace.”
I can only assume this is true, but with the idea of an eye for an eye, we have all become blind.
Someone called me crazy the other day. They told me that my beliefs are crazy. And yeah, I’m crazy. I’m crazy because I would rather rebuild my city than watch it fall.
I would rather find an answer than watch our society crumble or further give way to the separation between misinformation and politicians
I would rather focus on the truth of a man’s word than the color of his skin. But that aside, I would rather see honest assessments of our performance to improve than listen to radical or race driven accusations. I would rather see us build than destroy, which is what we face now: Self-destruction
I read a farewell letter from a son to his father. A New York City Police Officer was gunned down as a result of our society’s confusion. The news says nothing about repair. Instead, the news will only report about the destruction. I mean, how else can they sell themselves?
This was written years back and yet, this journal entry is interchangeable with the here and now. Maybe we’ve moved beyond the circle, circle, dot, dot and maybe Pfizer or Moderna have something medically in store for us. Maybe we need a vaccine to end our mental warfare as well as the viral wars, in which we are facing now.
The human touch, a handshake, a hug, or a hand on the shoulder is in fact one of the most healing brands of medication ever. Well, there’s also Grandmother’s chicken noodle soup. This was healing too. Either way, none are available now. We have to keep at least 6’ apart. There is no unity among us, and unfortunately, my Grandmother never told me her recipe. As a matter of fact, the only ingredient I can remember her telling me is “It’s made with love.”
Could you imagine that?
Today is Christmas Eve, and therefore, on this night there is talk about a miracle. On this night, born unto us was a savior or as it says in the Book of Luke, “And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest and on earth, peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
Whether this applies or not and whether we believe or not or choose to abstain or keep to ourselves, today is a day in which we give with all the kindness of our hearts.
Today is the day in which we inoculate the world with the main ingredients of love and kindness.
So go ahead, Pfizer.
Find a vaccine like this and I can assure you that I will be there, first in line.
Circle, circle, circle. Dot, dot, dot.
And there you go
You’ve just gotten the last Cootie shot you’ll ever need.