“This isn’t a joke,” she said. “Why am I the only one doing all the work?”
Don’t underestimate the amount of psychic damage this shit can do to someone. I’m trans, living next to a university in a solid blue county in Texas. I’m probably gonna be fine over the next four years. Probably.
Yet, I have the urge to live as though these are my last days because the world is overwhelmingly against me.
I know there’s a very real chance that if I don’t move, then I’ll be fucked.
I know that, with my education, it really probably wouldn’t be that hard to find a job that’ll allow me to work remotely or that is based in a blue state. Yet I’m dead inside from all the hate and anger. I’ve managed to keep my head down and avoid most of the hate that’d be directed at me personally, but it still hurts.
Honestly, I’m pretty sure this is how my grandparents ended up MAGAts. They’re old, in their 90s and their brains are fried. They used to be fairly intelligent, but they can barely think rationally anymore. They still managed to get out to vote for Trump somehow, even after promising everyone in my family that they wouldn’t. They believed that the left is lying just as hard, if not harder, than the right. I don’t know what their views are now that Trump is president again. I don’t talk to them much anymore…