There's a friend who's watching US politics like it's a blood sport. I don't think I can take it.
Thing is, it's just...tiring. And we're not even in the country, I can't conceive of how bad it is for y'all in the middle of it all. Farking bloody hell.
*big hugs*
I'm tempted to message another friend in the chat and just say "I'm switching notifications off, can you let me know if anything happens that I might like to be included in? I just can't cope with X."
And the truth is that if aany of what's coming actually affects them, it will be marginal. But their influence is undue and oversize and right now, it's a drag. And not the fun kind of drag either.
The last four years have been okay to poke fun at, because things have been slowly getting better. However, once Trump was the nominee again, that's it. This isn't a joke anymore. Now is the time to be deadly fucking serious because a lot of people are going to suffer.
Seriously, if I could kidnap all my friends and rehome you here, I totally would.
--
Anyway, I had a gardener in today, I did some writing (actual writing, although the whole thing is just going to need a rewrite - I feel like I haven't found my voice for this story yet) and I'm looking down the barrel of an exceedingly quiet weekend. Which is kind of nice, tbh. I've been crazy social the last couple of weeks.
Thing is, it's just...tiring. And we're not even in the country, I can't conceive of how bad it is for y'all in the middle of it all. Farking bloody hell.
*big hugs*
I'm tempted to message another friend in the chat and just say "I'm switching notifications off, can you let me know if anything happens that I might like to be included in? I just can't cope with X."
thinking it through
I realise it's a coping mechanism for her, but I don't want to participate in being her coping mechanism. There's also another friend who is very involved and knowledgeable about US politics, except he also watches all the people who make money from being dramatic and comedic about it. Which, you know, is fine when things are going okay and we can all get a laugh. But when things are getting bad for the ordinary people (which, I might add, none of these dramatic and comedic people are "ordinary") they keep going because that's what they are. It's what they do. It's their job, their business, their motif, what they're known for.And the truth is that if aany of what's coming actually affects them, it will be marginal. But their influence is undue and oversize and right now, it's a drag. And not the fun kind of drag either.
The last four years have been okay to poke fun at, because things have been slowly getting better. However, once Trump was the nominee again, that's it. This isn't a joke anymore. Now is the time to be deadly fucking serious because a lot of people are going to suffer.
Seriously, if I could kidnap all my friends and rehome you here, I totally would.
--
Anyway, I had a gardener in today, I did some writing (actual writing, although the whole thing is just going to need a rewrite - I feel like I haven't found my voice for this story yet) and I'm looking down the barrel of an exceedingly quiet weekend. Which is kind of nice, tbh. I've been crazy social the last couple of weeks.