Rough, Buddy.

 I made the mistake of having faith in people. Which is strange for me, considering I'm more bitter than optimistic, these days. I'm judgmental and unforgiving, I don't trust strangers, and I certainly don't like meandering around populated areas alone at night. But for some unknown reason, this election, I thought, "What the hell. People literally can't be THAT stupid."

They can. They are. It makes me sick. It makes me unsteady, to realize with disbelief that more than half of this country actually thinks the way they do. That they think this ego-inflated, mentally-deficient, morally-antagonistic, machismo-driven sexual offender is a Better Choice. 

They actually think that. It blows my mind, I can watch five minutes of this man speaking through his fucking duck-face, and I feel my IQ start to sink just to understand what he's saying. Maybe I'm one of the stronger ones, who could pull away before my mind snapped and regressed to the terrible twos, where the rest of his support group mentally dwells. 

Some sort of large scale Enchantment, a charm to numb weak minds and take control, that would do the trick. Some black magic, real evil shit, if that were true that would make things so much easier. See if that WAS the case, that would imply that there was magic, and if there was magic, I would magic missile his ass so hard we would, as a collective, get our IQ's returned to us. 

But no, this world blows, and more than half the people in it blow (which is a fucking lot of people.) And it is really hard to keep shit together when the absolutely unbelievable is happening right beside you, know what I mean? 

I'm so sorry to all of you out there who expected more from us. I wish there were a greater number of us who thought the way I do, who feel how I feel, but evidently there are... fewer than I thought. 

It's sad really. Like realizing you're an endangered species. That any day might be the last time your thoughts are heard, your words spoken. That any day you could say something that makes perfect sense, and the people around you will see you as other.

Well. At least it's a pretty day out.