Please, Just Stop
I cannot stop listening to:
- Gavin DeGraw – Chariot
- Interpol – Antics.
I wish I could go hide somewhere until all the election mess settles down. I don’t really want to talk about it, but everyone else wants to talk about it. People want to scream insults at my sister because of the bumper stickers on her car. People want to write scathing missives about moving to Canada, or vicious gloating missives about how they were right all along. People I must deal with in the office and on the phone every day want to go on at length about how it all ended up. People at the damn gas station want to tell me all about the godless liberals while I’m just trying to get them to swipe my card so I can sign and go home.
I said once before that I cared very deeply about the outcome of this election, and that’s still true. It wasn’t a football game, and it kind of sickens me to see some people treating it as if it were.
I’m not going to blame anyone. I’m not going to search for signs of crookery (not to be confused with cookery or crockery, of course). I believe the results were fair and a faithful representation of the majority’s wishes. My only hope is that at least a few of the members of that majority will stop trying to wear the mantle of a persecuted minority, because the numbers suggest otherwise.
And I don’t want to be in the persecuted minority either. I don’t want to argue about it. I don’t want to play Monday morning quarterback. Really, I just want to be left alone for a day or two while I’m getting out from under the weight of crushing disappointment. And then we’ll all keep on going. Because it isn’t the end of the world. Really.
4 Replies to “Please, Just Stop”
i hear you. i try to smile and be nice to people around here, and they treat it like someone died. then again, i' m in pennsylvania. we overwhelmingly voted for the other guy. it' s depressing and almost scary. i kindof wish people on both sides would act a bit more sensibly: it' s not the end of the world, but i really don' t want to see people' s noses being rubbed in it, either. grr. arg. brains. c' est la vie.
dont forget the mooning, not just yelling, mooning
What's so bad about being godless?