A Story Of Two Souls Who Once Knew Each Other

I walked into a room and introduced myself to the people standing there. One sputtered and then asked me to repeat myself.

They didn’t expect me to show up but I did because sometimes in order to make things happen your physical presence is needed.

Sometimes the only way you get questions answered or motivate people to do what they are supposed to do is by making sure you look them in the eye.

I explained why I was there and listened to a series of excuses about why things hadn’t happened. I said I had no interest in listening to those and expressed a need for them to take care of things.

They did and then I walked out the door, slightly less disappointed than I had been when I walked in.

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Someone asked me what I would do if I heard one of the great loves of my life was a fan of the felon.

I said that the few people who managed to break my heart and disappoint me in so many ways would be able to say they had done it again.

Hell, I could forgive the one who just went silent and ghosted me for disappearing if she had a reasonable answer. I’d probably give her hell for not having the courtesy to be direct and honest with me, but I could see a way through that.

But if I found out she was a fan of the felon I would wonder if there had been a serious head injury or if maybe her blood sugar was low.

Surely there would be something other than having to acknowledge she was really that stupid.

I don’t think that is the case, I really do know some things.

Do I Think You’re Stupid?

It is a question you should never ask me unless you are prepared for an answer. It is right there with asking if I think some item of clothing makes you look fat.

I don’t fear answering those questions but depending on who you are I may try to be diplomatic and gentle.

A few of you have sent me emails or tried to comment on posts in which I ridiculed you and others for supporting Elonia and the felon.

Some asked if I thought they were stupid and others tried to insult me for having a different opinion.

I snorted each time because the answer was always yes, I think you were stupid. I think you were a fool and I hope you recognize the felon lied to you.

You’re stuck in a burning house right next to me and I am stuck having to try to save you along with everyone else who is too dumb to recognize how easily you were manipulated.

The arrogance of your ignorance is exceptional and not in a way that you should celebrate.

And those that try to insult me make me smile because I own you. I didn’t hide behind a fake name or use silly emails.

I didn’t show up here every day and spend large chunks of time trying to figure out if my comment had been published.

Didn’t use a series of VPNs to try and gain access either. I find it entertaining that you find me so interesting you’d give me that kind of time.

You really don’t know me very well at all and now you’ll find an invoice in your email charging you a cancellation fee because surely you don’t plan on hanging out here anymore.

Or maybe you do, doesn’t matter to me, especially when you are so insecure in your position you can’t use your name. I get it, on some level you know the felon lied to you more than once and will again.

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I surprised a few people when they asked me if I was nervous about whether the felon and his minions would kill democracy.

I’d be dishonest if I said I wasn’t bothered by it but I am not nervous. I am angry. But then I shared that Barry Manilow quote and they asked if maybe I wasn’t taking it seriously enough.

Here is the thing, I have been through hell more than once. I made it through each time and whatever happens I will make it through again.

This fight we’re in is a long from being over and it requires the ability to decompress. It requires the ability to recharge and regroup, to be prepared to pivot.

It is a marathon, not a sprint and that is what that line above reminds me of.

The felon and his minions feast on being mean spirited, nasty and unforgiving. If you told them they could drink the tears of their opposition they would gladly do so.

I am concerned the felon is pushing for violence. Why else do you pardon criminals who are on camera beating police.

But I am confident in our ability to navigate and respond. I am confident there are more good people than weak weasels who lack the integrity to treat all Americans the same.

We keep finding more of them and we’ll continue to do so.

They aren’t all Dems or Republicans.

They don’t all agree on everything but they agree upon a dream called America so they won’t blindly execute the requests of the felon and his lady Elonia.

Was It Real? A Story of Sorts

There were moments when he looked at the present, thought about the future and wondered if the moments of the past that he thought influenced the present were other than he had thought they were.

Moments where he wondered if he had a bad case of denial and asked himself what sort of effect that would have upon things. Moments where he looked in the mirror and asked himself to prove that memory wasn’t affected by desire.

And then in the strangest of ways he felt like he got confirmation from a fictional hero, a movie character.

He played the words back in his mind, “It is true, all of it.”

It unlocked a flood of memories of good and bad moments and he didn’t just remember, he knew without a doubt that he was correct.

And then it didn’t matter what happened because he knew that he was on the correct course. Didn’t care whether anyone agreed or disagreed, whether they thought it was hokey or cliche because he was certain.

Didn’t mean that things would work out in any sort of fashion that resembled hopes or dreams but he was ok because he knew that he was following the right path and that was enough.

At the end of the day, when the lights go out and you are left with nothing but your thoughts and dreams, when you dive deep into your mind you have to have that.

That knowledge you did what you did because you were true and honest to yourself and with yourself. Understanding that you are an imperfect being, perhaps chasing perfection but imperfect and fallible.

Each day trying to do better than before with the knowledge that it life is never black and white. When you have that sense of self and you know that you are on your path you can always get back up and keep doing.

Because “It is true, all of it.”