Collective amnesia and nightmares

I don’t know what’s happening to the world. How quickly it seems people can forget an insurrection or the endless news cycles that brought with them complete chaos. My wife compared it to how women can forget the pain of labor—while that appears to be a myth for pregnancy—the collective amnesia of half the voting population is the only explanation I can muster at this moment.

Back in 2022, when a Trump voter in my life was asked if she’d vote for him in 2024, her answer was “he’ll never be the candidate after January 6th so the question is irrelevant.” 

But here we are, living the nightmare.

As a straight, white, cis male I know I can never truly understand the feelings others have or relate to all the thoughts and fears swirling around people’s heads right now. But I care. I care so much. And I hope all those people who are sad or fearful or laying in bed this morning immobilized out of depression and/or anxiety like me, know there are people who care about them. And if you are one of those people and need someone to talk to or vent to or yell at, I’m here. 

I have a lot more to say so if you want to avoid political thoughts like this, maybe this isn’t the best place to spend your time, but this is all I can muster right now while it’s still so raw.