I may have crossed the line of critical mass of zero fucks left to give on Facebook. I'd been trying to not post a ton of political stuff because I didn't have the spoons for blowback, but fuck it, man. Fuck it all. Bring on the blowback, because I am ready to burn it all down.
And fuck the "try to understand people with different political opinions" nonsense. I'm willing to try to understand the people who want fewer taxes (although I am SO OVER my brother's libertarian bullshit), but I am not willing to try to understand someone who knowingly voted an administration into office that sees me, and virtually everyone I love, as less than human. Zero fucks left to give, man. Done.
Ugh. I was doing pretty well with avoidance and lack of give a damn until he was actually president but it hasn't even been a week and Jesus Christ.
On a non political note, my five year work anniversary is coming up and I got an email to an award site. Most random shit ever. Do I want a fancy purse, a pin with my employer on it, or a drill press? Maybe an off brand tablet or a set of cutlery?!? Wtf. None of this is useful. Can I have money instead?
Wait, who doesn't need a drill press???
...being married to Tim *may* have skewed my worldview a little.
We used to get that on our 5 year work-aversaries, but to my 20th and then they ended the program. I got my pots and pans that way and I still love them. But random.
Go drill press. Pick drill press.
My old job used to give us random stuff on our anniversary (I have a set of gold-plated flatware in a fancy wooden box that I will NEVER use), but they eventually stopped that and just gave us $$, which was way more appreciated.
I'm not going to lie, new cutlery is maybe the best gift I've gotten in the past five years. And it was a hand-me-down gift! My grandmother gave it to my aunt, but she had already given my aunt two sets of flatware in a different pattern, so my aunt gave it to me! I love it.
I got a $250 gift card on my 10-year anniversary, which I used to buy a very nice chair for my apartment. It's the nicest piece of furniture I own, aside from the antique sideboard Hubby stole from a movie studio backlot back in LA in the 70s.
I was talking to my therapist about the rage against those who voted for Trump.
And he pointed out that there are those who felt they had no choice and now regret it but feel that if they say anything they'll get vilified by Trump supporters and by liberals.
I'm pretty sure the guy who is in there before me might be in that position, back during the primaries I heard him say (as left the building) "I don't know what I'll do if Rubio (I think it as Rubio) doesn't win." and he sounded distraught.
I was not ready to be reasonable at all. The only thing I could say was "if they'll admit they voted for a bigot ..." and that's the best I could do and the subject was changed.
I was not ready to be reasonable at all.
I don't think you have to be.
Yeah, boo-hoo.
I am also much more with rage and very little with forgiveness. Don't want to be vilified? Don't vote for a villain.
