The Mote In The Eye
Reeeeeeaaaallllly blocks the vision sometimes
Our encounter changed the day for me. While I tried to dive back into my liberal podcast, my mind kept being pulled back to the gas station. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man who called himself a “redneck” who came to our rescue. I sized him up as a Trump voter, just as he likely drew inferences from my Prius and RESIST sticker. But for a moment, we were just two people and the exchange was kindness (his) and gratitude (mine).
As I drove home, I felt the full extent to which Trump has actually diminished my own desire to be kind. He is keeping me so outraged that I hold ill will toward others on a daily basis. Trump is not just ruining our nation, he is ruining me. By the end of the drive, I felt heartbroken.
How do we hold onto the fire fueling our resistance to the cruelty Trump unleashes, but also embrace the world with love? I wish I knew.
Start with getting over it, and moving on with your life.
The end line of Steve Martin’s SNL skit ‘Yorrick of York’
NNAAAGGHH!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll just spend my life living in Lake “WoeIsMe,” writing woke articles where I claim to have come to some sort of revelation of enlightenment, but, in actuality, I am the miserable, frustrated soul I have always been. The End.
Is it something fundamental to the left/liberal/progressive that they are never in any fashion responsible for their own state of mind?
That would mean they are not the noble WTFs & are actually dumbass people who chose wrongly!
THE END & the rest of us live peacefully ever & ever.
She had a moment of self realization there… and then instead of contemplating ways to snap out of her mindset, she blamed Trump. I think that way too sometimes, but I don’t blame anybody else for it. Not Obama, not anyone. It’s on me. What a sad piece.