So, I was on the way to pick up Eowyn for the weekend the other day, and feeling the burn of too little sleep (which caught up to me over the weekend; lord, did it catch up to me), and I had a small epiphany.
The more tired I am, the more I not only feel a rant coming on, the more coherent it is, too.
And I admit, all it pretty much takes these days to set me off is one colossally stupid post from someone who really should know better, but still. It looks like what it comes down to send me down the rant rabbit hole is some combination of stupid and mental/physical exhaustion.
Okay, just in case you were wondering, the post that set me off went like this:
"Does anyone with 1/2 a brain actually think that mail-in voting would even work?"
Granted, it was posted by someone who I know to be a full-on right-wing, Trump-fellating "conservative", but still, the bullshit behind it just set my blood straight to boil. And personally, I think I should be commended for not replying to it; the nicest thing I wanted to say was "Why don't you ask some active duty military that question, since they've been doing it for decades. Unless you're trying to imply that you'd have to have less than 1/2 a brain to join the military, and in that case, I have a daughter and a son in law who might take issue with that observation." And the considered replies got progressively angrier from there.
And no, I said nothing; I'm tired of stirring the shitpot with these people, because I already know in advance that using logic, reason, and critical thinking on anyone that would pose that question in the first place is a lost cause, and I'm learning from experience that it really isn't worth going down that rabbit hole anymore.
And yet, every day brings so many fresh opportunities to just fucking snap and tear into a trump-humper or some religious asshat who belittles science and learning. And the only thing stopping me from releasing my bitten tongue is the simple fact that it just isn't worth the effort to engage them.
Maybe a couple of years ago, when it felt like there was still a chance that maybe you could talk someone down from the flagpole of stupidity and see the light of reason. Maybe then, before it felt like the freight train of batshittery had left the station. Maybe then.
But three and a half years of trump and his enablers, and the backward-ass slags who sing his praises, have convinced me that any hope of meaningful conversation is down the toilet by now. It's just done, there is literally no chance that it will occur at this point.
And that both saddens me and pisses me straight the fuck off. It makes me sad because there are some otherwise decent people who have proven that the "decent" is just a front, and it pisses me off because that decency has been preyed on by these assholes running the show and twisted into some hollow, tone-deaf version of the people they've always at least pretended to be. And I dunno, maybe on some level I feel kind of betrayed, or suckered, or what the fuck ever, to have been taken in by people whose personalities didn't run any deeper than surface level.
I will, however, admit that there's a good deal of personal history coloring that betrayal emoticon, but hey, that just tells me I have a history of being suckered by shitty people, and maybe that's what pisses me off the most:
People who can't live up to the image they project, and think that it's okay when someone they suckered into the illusion thinks it isn't cool to be like that.
And it just feels like that number keeps fuckin going up. Ironically, at the same rate that my faith in humanity keeps bottoming out.
Maybe I just need more sleep.