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.

6 Responses to “The Mote In The Eye”

  1. JeffS says:

    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.

  2. BlackDog says:

    The end line of Steve Martin’s SNL skit ‘Yorrick of York’

  3. tree hugging sister says:

    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.

  4. aelfheld says:

    Is it something fundamental to the left/liberal/progressive that they are never in any fashion responsible for their own state of mind?

  5. BlackDog says:

    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.

  6. Dr Alice says:

    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.

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