I’ve been having some serious talks with myself for some months about what I would think socially about consorting with people who believe supporting Trump is okay. I am settling on wanting to have nothing to do with Republicans at all and I actually feel good about it. I can’t quite bring myself to feel pity for Republicans but I’m close to that. Not angry. Just want to protect myself from the malignant kook who will be president and the kooks who support him who do not care about our American values. And I actually feel quite proud of myself for standing up for what is right.
I may not talk about this again for awhile, not sure. I have gone into my social media and removed all links to any sources talking about Trump, including muting keywords for him and any of his immoral cohorts. I don’t want to even hear his voice. It’s been 7 exhausting years of hearing from a nut who wanted to be in the news every single day and is clearly unhinged, and I’m done. This feeling spreads to those in local politics who are Republican or so-called religious people who overlook what their association means. I don’t even care if these people realize at some point what a loathsome person liar Trump is, I only care that it’s sad that people are not as good as what I thought they were and my illusions are finally shattered for good.
And it’s okay. I thought I would be sad or depressed today and I’m not. Nobody likes to lose in an election, but I feel so great that Kamala Harris, unlike Trump, conceded, and gracefully. And I’m happy that I can look myself in the eye and know that I have ethics that are not diminished because of Trump.
It’s a good day.
