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Not Caring What Others Think Is Hard
It’s especially hard when you wish they saw what you are seeing.
Reading the news, even from a level of learning the basics to simply stay informed, is increasingly infuriating. I cannot understand how, in less than a decade, the United States went from progressive, having twice elected the first-ever black president, to this reactionary fascist-inspired nightmare.
It seemed like we were entering a golden age of reason, of progress, of a world where greater fairness and equality were both accepted and desired. How in the fuck has all that gone out the window?
The truth is that it hasn’t. The narrative, however, is being controlled by the terrifying and, frankly, terrified), fascist-inspired minority and fueled by news outlets more interested in profit for their corporate overlords than informing the people. They’re not the majority but the majority doesn’t know how to resist.
What do others think of all of this? I don’t know. And I can’t know, because I am only in my own head, heart, and soul. Ergo, I can’t think, feel, intend, or act for anyone other than myself.
Additionally, I can’t make anyone care, give two shits, or otherwise see this how I see it. This is difficult to compute, hard to accept, and equally if not more frustrating as…
