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This is probably the simplest way I can describe my depression at times like this.
Listening in on a conversation between some of my coworkers. These people are pro-Trump all the way. They are most likely QAnon folks as well. They like Alex Jones and Michael Savage. They're the type who view any sort of social justice movements as frivolous at best or as terrorist groups at worst. Seriously, I am grateful I don't work on the same shift as...
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shameless:
At such moments, when I hear the reasoning of such people, I understand that they do not realize in this world exactly anything. This bald monarch has been taking away the future of my country for 20 years, and these people want him to become their president? In our country, people are imprisoned for reposting in social networks, there are good roads only in Moscow and St. Petersburg, terrible education, medicine at the level of the third world countries and universal poverty 🤦♀️
heatherisaboynow:
I think you nailed it with “herd mentality”. People equate being different to being a target and who are the ones influencing the status quo? You guessed it, the right wing. Leaders like Trump and Putin, other respective figures. How can people develop a healthy perspective when they’re not getting the truth? One of their strategies is to present contradictions - one lie, one truth, both at the same time. How do you know which is the lie and which is correct? If you tell a blind kid the sky is purple then they’re going to think the sky is purple, right?
Words often fail me.//My appeals fall on deaf ears.//Talking to myself.
My eyes are heavy.// Unable to sleep, I scroll. //It's now 4 am.
Forcibly punctured.
Now everything is sticky.
Stop buying gel caps.
I know they mean well.
But some platitudes bring dread.
It could be much worse.
user997870:
😉👏🏻👏🏻
The mask on my face.
Blocking sickness, hiding pain.
Not much smiling now.
I'm not that much different than others.
It's the same for my sister and brothers.
I don't want to judge or cling to this grudge,
But much of the fault is my mother's.
For love, in my life, I am yearning.
Kept awake, late at night, by this burning.
Wishing I was dead, I lay there in bed.
Cannot sleep, due to tossing and turning.
My apartment complex is holding a "Cutest Balcony" contest for the best-decorated balconies. As a ground-level apartment dweller, I am ineligible to participate. I think that is kinda "Floorist", but then again a Florist might end up winning the contest as well. It's rigged!
robertbluesman:
Yes, unfair!