Raging war as an introvert? Maybe tomorrow.

Meandering through a political clusterfuck

I so much want to scream and hop online and post a bunch of shit about what's already happening three days into President Donald Trump’s second term, but it's not worth it. Either you agree this shit just isn't normal and right or you're all in and think it's great. Even attempting to take away Constitutional rights like birthright citizenship and pardoning people who violently assaulted law enforcement in our capitol. I don't know if there are ways to reach across a divide this vast. I don't have the energy to try.

Perhaps the best thing to do is just try to stay balanced, support other folks like-minded to you and hold on for dear life. Even on days when doing so, when trying to act like everything's fine, makes you feel like the band that kept playing when the Titanic sank. Or like the ship's being blown to smithereens and you're just taking a stroll.

So yeah, I'm here. If you want to vent or just say WTF, feel free to message me and I'll vent and cuss right with you. We can put up a virtual umbrella like we're chatting in a cafe sitting at a table while the sky falls around us. And that's going to have to be alright.

I'll grab some Highlander Grogg (at like-minded Triple Moon Coffee Company or just in my mind) and take a break from listening to horror audiobooks. I know it sounds lame but I've got to limit my intake of scarier content like the news because it can induce nightmares. Grabbing refills may take a while because working retail's beat up my body a bit, but just give me time and I'll get back to the table and our conversation. Please understand that I hate talking on my phone and being rude to the person standing behind the counter when I get my refills. That includes when I'm the one behind the counter, because being kind to yourself should be above all.

I also don't want to be rude to you and spitfire words into your virtual face. Let me listen a bit before I join in and perhaps pepper my cuss words and outrage with just some nods of understanding. That outrage is still there. The outrage of the Mo' Clan goes back centuries and has crossed through countries and over oceans. It's part of our creed fostered by both preachers and pirates, each revolting in their own way. I'd love to share some of that outrage with you, but I'm not too proud to admit that I'm tired. Too tired to sprint, prefering instead the marathon approach. Or maybe a walkathon.

It's not that I'm not outraged. It's just that I'm already putting out fires and arming the cannons to blast myself through whatever shit life throws at me. Walking casually over exploding decks becomes commonplace for many of us, or at least appears to be. That doesn't mean it doesn't leave its splinters in us. We just put our Bandaids over the wounds and push on through, eventually prioritizing which wounds we're willing to suffer. That doesn't mean "fighting the good fight" isn't important. It's just that we have to fight it along with the wars we are already fighting in our own lives.

Yes, I know I'm not alone. I see you over there burrowing in your corner, doing all you can to not hide under your desk or overinduldge in whatever medicates you. There's strength in numbers even for us introverts, even though we don't like to admit it. Perhaps that's the way to get through these times. We can poke our heads out to join the fight when we are able while enjoying the peace of mind that someone else may be holding a Bandaid for you if yours run out.

So us like-minded folks, let's listen to and try to be there for each other. Let's wipe the debris off each other's faces and treat each other's wounds, maybe grab someone's hand if they start going overboard.

Above all else, let's just hold on.