This feels like it's coming outta nowhere, but actually it's been stewing in my mind for a few weeks.
Mostly like a couple things are egging it on.
I have it one good authority that an uncle thinks my father is a loser. Dude's welcome to his opinion, but after much discussion with my immediate family I've come to realize that this uncle is a dope. I'm gonna tell this individual off on Facebook, the day before we move to Kentucky.
Whilst in the middle of a mid-life of existential crisis/meltdown, the relative complained to his mother who attempted to recommend my Dad for additional consolation and consultation. To which the implied my father was a loser and not worth the interaction. Well... I have it on good authority that other than my birth my father attend the births of all his children, Uncle Dope missed at least one of his kids births on account of him having freaked the fuck out and hightailed it to Spain to learn guitar? who know? who cares?, but what the fuck dude?
My father and my husband have consigned on a home, both of sound mind throughout the entire process, you however bought you condo/co-op while you were outta your mind.
I remember back when I thought you were the sanest of the bunch, how terribly wrong I was, you is full blown bat shit.
You preached to everyone, back when you were childless, that the world's troubles could be solved with abstaining from procreating and you went and had 4 (beautiful) children and still want more.
Ranty, I know. I still want to ramble and rant politically. I know I can, no one need read my crap, it can just sit and 'collect dust' in it's space on the internet. I find that those who do follow me might be offended by my conservative, Pro-Trump mindset, but I'm coming to find that I care less and less what people who are not my Hubby and my immediate family care about what I think about lots of stuff.
Yep, I'm with Trump. When I think about a future with Trump, I feel excited and hopeful for my future. I'm can articulate why I think 'he'll make America great again' but I won't. Not here and not again. While I read articles for an against his stances, I feel some of my confidence is intuitive. How's that for infuriating?
Pay no attention. I'm just another nobody, yammering about inane things. I enjoy blogging for the typing. I enjoy writing for the movements of a pen[cil]. I am no great mind.
Sunday, March 6
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