Last night, Spot (my cat) kept me company while I was sick. I was having severe chills and curled up in the fetal position. She deliberately laid down on the pillow next to me, inches away from my face, and watched me until I fell asleep. An hour later, I woke up and laid there motionless, no longer overcome with chills. After a few moments, she got up and left the room. I’ve known that girl all 13 years of her life, so I know her pretty well. And I can tell you with total confidence that the only reason she stayed on that pillow that whole time was to comfort me.
Today, I witnessed something historic and beautiful. Millions of people around the world came together in solidarity to speak out against a clear and present danger to free people everywhere. This isn’t about politics; it’s about basic human decency.
People may ask themselves what good it does to walk around in the streets holding signs, but don’t ignore the fact that it’s all anyone is talking about today. And that’s the point. We are engaging the rest of society in an uncomfortable but necessary conversation so they can’t ignore it like they usually do.
I do not want to see several more years of division. But I cannot stand by and watch our nation undo the progress it’s made these past several years. And I’ll do what little I can to ensure a better future for everyone, not just people like myself. Every time someone calls me a delicate little snowflake I want them to remember what the hell an avalanche is made of.
I’d like to thank everyone who has quietly allowed me to verbally work through the insanity of the past 24 hours. I needed the catharsis far more than you needed to chide me for doing so. I’m not sure if it was intentional or due to Facebook’s peril-sensitive algorithms, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
I’m just as sick of these election posts as the next person (probably more so). But I feel like I’ve gotten through to a few people, and a few people have certainly gotten through to me. I’ve also made an ass of myself a few times, but I’m okay with not being perfect. I’m simply cursed/blessed with the inability to remain silent in the face of injustice even if it’s detrimental to myself, which I squarely blame on the Patrick in Eric P. Metze.
So, please forgive me for speaking my mind, and please feel free to speak yours. Though I have a significantly lower threshold for bullshit now, I’ve always striven (albeit imperfectly) to make my online foci into safe spaces that foster discussion. If they are your own thoughts and feelings, then we all need to hear them.
Okay, I’m done now. I doubt anyone one will read this wall of text, but I had to get it out of me. There is no greater agony, after all.
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