Working the night shift has its advantages. One of them being that when shitty things are happening during the day, I sleep through the whole thing and then get the cliff notes at the end. Today was one of those days I was grateful to be sleeping during the day. Right now I'm mainly focused on keeping my stress levels down and concentrating on more personal pressing matters like my friend who is dealing with cancer, and, apparently, also kidney stones. At least he got a much needed blood transfusion. I hope that helps him get his energy levels up a bit. I'm also very hopeful that the dismantling of the ACA at least waits until he dies so his family can have more time with him.
I'm at my wits end with the massive levels of hypocrisy I constantly see from people. Protesting is ok for one side but not another. People who are supposedly lefties, desparaging a woman for her tacky outfit. Regardless of what her outfit looks like, you never see people desparaging men like that, unless what they are wearing is feminine, which is just another extention of hating on women. That's sexism people! As long as you continue to do shit like that, women will constantly be treated less than. Knock it off!
I recently deleted a few ladies off my list that I know through a local Dem group. I need to dial down the rhetoric I see and each person posting 10 times a day about how bad we are fucked is not helping my mood one bit. At least 4 years people! It's a marathon, not a race. If people are throwing a tizz over every tiny slight, the big stuff gets lost. One of the ladies I deleted keeps private messaging me. I'm not sure if she's doing it to annoy me because I deleted her or she's rambling because she's uncomfortable. She's let me know that she's praying for me. Awwww! Thanks! Byeeeeeee... I told her I don't pray but hope she's well also. Then I get a big paragraph of her spiritual views. Lady, I don't give a fuck! I seriously don't! I had a fuck in my pocket but I was wearing women's jeans and you know how tiny the pockets are in women's jeans, like women don't have shit they need to carry around in them. Last time I checked, my fuck was gone. It isn't just about rhetoric either. This woman also runs a lost and found pets page for the city I work in and the way she runs it drives me nuts. Unless you are part of a core group whose only life purpose is saving pets, you will be treated with suspician and grilled to death to make sure you aren't going to chop up your found animal and saute it in a wok. I mean good grief people! Take a fucking Xanax already. I just hit my limit with her. She later sent me an apology message about her being tired and in pain, after jumping all over someone I know who did not do everything perfectly. Okay well, I get it. Hope you get a handle on your pain but I no longer have patience for your constant shenanigans. Like constant... for weeks on end and I have to interpret every message because it's so full of typos. I'm just annoyed and lack patience.
I'm going to take a minute to compose myself, unclench my jaw, and carry on with my life like I normally do because that's what I have control over, and each day when I wake up, I'll check the headlines to see the cliff notes of that day's episode of our real life soap opera and carry on again.
*Today I'm still legally married
*Today I still have health insurance through my spouse
*Today I still have a job
*Today I'm alive and healthy
*Today I still have a home to live in
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