I think about things. All the time. Admittedly, my thoughts aren’t always fully formed or fleshed out, but I’m hopefully refining things as I go.
I was awake at 3:40 this morning thinking about Maui, and Ukraine and Putin and the political mess we’ve been facing with Trump still hanging around. I was thinking about the unnecessary pressure we put on ourselves to impress those whose opinions matter to us more than they should. Thinking about how none of us had a say in being here, and apart from a certain moral imperative to avoid chaos, how dare anyone tell us what to think or how to live our lives, or what to be interested in vocationally!
I think about this stuff all the time. It weighs on me, it angers me to think about unrealistic expectations, to think about people who want things to be so different and so rancorous and ugly. Sure, democracy is messy. But it shouldn’t be this messy.
It infuriates me to think that Trump can still be so damned popular!
I overheard a conversation yesterday that had me thinking, “Wow, a Fox News junkie, in the flesh,” spewing bullshit and opinions he probably hasn’t given much thought to, but apparently wants to believe—about how solar panels and wind farms are next to useless, electric vehicles are part and parcel of some nefarious cabal, and the Democrats are evil and to blame for everything.
Fuck you, you unthinking lemming, you cackling parrot.
I obviously have some things to learn about expressing myself in a calm, level-headed manner. It’s just that I hear stuff like this from one person and realize I need to multiply it by, what, 70 or 80 million?
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