I got drawn into leftist politics during the Bush era. I maintain that this was a fair life decision at the time. Bush was a Bible thumper and a nosy, do-gooder foreign interventionalist who was willing to waste American blood and treasure to spread our influence. I spent a lot of my youth making good friends, lodging myself deep into these communities. My hobbies are hobbies that are mostly practiced by leftists, such as yoga and fire spinning.
It was really even before the election that I started to get annoyed. A couple of years ago the feminists started railing against white men, and I cocked my head and said "Now wait a minute," and they groaned, rolled their eyes, and said "Oh, GEEZ. Let's clarify for the FRAGILE MALE: Not all men..." I felt like my feelings were not being considered at all, but I mostly swallowed it, because these were my friends.
Next up came BLM, and I have to admit, there was something legitimate in all of this. Eric Garner was pile drived and choked out because he was selling fucking cigarettes without a license. And yes, it does seem that black suspects tend to end up being treated with a quicker trigger finger at least some of the time. But that wasn't enough for my friends. My position, that some cops should be trained better, but also that we should honor the position as generally attractive the brave and valiant, pissed them off. They called me a Republican and a hate apologist, and again I shook my head and slunk away, because every friend I had and my entire life was built around these circles.
Now enter Trump. I'm first and foremost a populist and was a Bernie supporter in the primaries, but once he was fucked over by the elite, I said "Fuck it! Burn it to the ground! I hope Trump wins!" Of course, I said this to myself so as not to alienate myself from my friends. But now that he's in office, jesus god the hand wringing and whinging and non-stop Chicken Little shit following me around every day. I can't get away from it. I just now posted to my Facebook that I think people should remember that there's more to life than who the President is, and don't forget to take some time to enjoy life, laugh at some comedy, see your friends, and not be negative every waking second. They took this as unbridled support for Trump and laid into me.
I fucking snapped.
I just burned my entire life to the ground, called every friend I've spent the last two decades building relationships with a hysterical, ridiculous extremist, told them all they will be embarrassed in four years when Trump has had a fairly normal Presidency and has NOT declared himself the emperor and begun rounding up liberals to execute in concentration camps like these drama queens are predicting with a straight face.
I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. I don't even know where to meet people that aren't thoughtless, tribalist liberals. I think I might be alone for a while, but my god is it ever a load off of my shoulders to have finally just let go. I am done pretending that I'm something I'm not in order to hold onto these tenuous, fake friends.