Common Sense

An Updated Catalog for the Coming Election

Kate Shaffar
2 min readNov 1, 2024
  • Worshiping the demons of ancestors is easier than coming up against the living ones.
  • Reverence is a choice. Safety can be a religion.
  • Sometimes even when it’s not personal, it is intentional.
  • No one sees the world the way I want them to, no matter how pretty my words are.
  • Virtue signaling is alive and cruel.
  • My pain is my own. Yours is hurtful.
  • Out is never the easy way.
  • Sometimes silence is golden. Sometimes it’ll choke you.
  • The middle ground gets sucked into the sinkhole first.
  • Some people never learn, especially when we don’t agree.
  • Your news is rarely good.
  • Allies and enemies, friends and family. It’s elementary but complicated.
  • Real life is better than the screen no matter how skilled the selfie.
  • True friends remain transient. Even me.
  • A mind is a terrible thing to waste, but a body ain’t great to watch fade away either.
  • True love never dies, but it sure does get old and fart a lot. Him too.
  • Questioning is responsible. Righteousness is deadly.
  • Love is optional. Relationships are not.
  • Thoughtful children and tired dogs are a job well done.
  • Sleeping is easy. Except at night.
  • Depression whispers into the crook of my neck, but I’m growing deafer by the minute.
  • Dogs are good. Except when they bite.
  • People bite. Except when they’re good. Or the other way around?
  • Keep going. Do not stop. Value rest above all things. At least until it gets boring.
  • Expect. Change. Accept. Change. Amend. Respect. Edit. Repeat.
  • Every day is new. But so is each night.
  • To live is human. Death begs divination.
  • We are born on top of a magic carpet feather into a timeline we can neither steer nor hop off.
  • Keep your eyes sharp. The best we get is to see out many windows as our life flies by.

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Kate Shaffar
Kate Shaffar

Written by Kate Shaffar

Welcome to the KATE CHRONICLES, where humor meets neuroses and finds a voice. Empty nesting in Western MA; chronicling as much as I can while the sky falls.

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