I look at my social network feeds and all I see are battlegrounds.
The recent election has caused so much uproar that it has incapacitated me to the point that I can’t process anything properly.
In a day and age wherein everyone’s opinion is right and should be respected, I never felt more at a loss for words.
I feel ignorant and much more of a nuisance. My participation greeted with sarcasm at best or received with a cold reception at worst. During a time wherein every word should matter, I have successfully turned myself into the ass, the clown, the petty child.
So I cower in paranoia, thinking way too much of people’s opinions of me. Even worse, I feel like a chewed up mass of unwanted food; spat out instantly and forgotten. They move on fast. Me, well, I’m still processing.
In a day and age wherein I should feel empowered by my anonymity, I am weakened far beyond help.
To have come so far only to go backwards.