BLOG: Cannibal Rats

Tuesday morning. Mornings are now my time to myself. I am enjoying them so much than I did when I was going to the Cafe every day. It’s so nice to just make my own coffee while doing my morning routine. I love not fighting with anyone or dealing with stupid drama. This is just my time for me.

Unfortunately, I am lacking the peace I was hoping for today thanks to a ridiculous interaction on Facebook. Surprise ending! I genuinely feel some people are getting way too comfortable accusing other people of being racist from the comfort of their own couches. This word is used far too casually these days and often in situations where it doesn’t apply. This makes it lose its meaning. Just something for all of us to think about today.

I was in a bar the other day where some redneck asshole subjected me to a rant about how much he hates Muslim people. It was actually racist and truly uncomfortable for me to be in the presence of. I tried to explain that most Muslims are good, kind, peace-loving people, but he was set in his redneck ways. I truly cannot stand ignorant people like that. Every time I meet one, I still can’t believe these dinosaurs exist. This is yet another reason I hate living in SD. There are dinosaurs everywhere, and not the cool fossil kind.

Yet there I was, two days later, reading comments on Facebook from some troll calling me a racist for writing about the fact that I have been traveling, studying history, and connecting with different people from different cultures. How am I supposed to take that kind of shit seriously? Come on. So now traveling and talking to people from different walks of life is racist and bad? But if I stay silent and don’t educate myself, that is also racist and bad? And I definitely shouldn’t write about any of this, because whatever I say will automatically be racist and bad?


Okay, in the future I’ll remember that people should just be allowed to set buildings on fire and destroy neighborhoods because they are angry. Yeah. Right. Whatever. The next time I’m angry, I’ll be sure to lob a Molotov cocktail into the window of the nearest small business and completely destroy that person’s life. I’m angry so it’s JUSTIFIED! They have INSURANCE that doesn’t even cover rioting! They’ll be FINE because it’s for a GOOD CAUSE! If you disagree with me, you’re a racist! The Angry Mob Mentality is totally rational and coherent!

That entire Facebook interaction left me with a really bad taste in my mouth. I decided to take the mature approach and ask this person via DM if he had any constructive criticism to help me adjust the tone in my writing. He did not have any helpful suggestions to contribute. I came to the conclusion that was just an angry person who was using me as a convenient target to vent his anger onto. Sadly, there is no way to deal with a person like that. Clearly this isn’t a person I need to keep in my life. I’m sure I’ll get around to deleting him if I ever look at Facebook again. I hope I don’t. I’m so sick of that cesspool of negativity. I just want a different option.

UGH! If this is what liberalism is coming to, count me out. I don’t want to be on anyone’s side. I feel like a rat watching everyone around me cannibalize themselves instead of changing their old ways and adopting a new mode of survival. Year of the Rat indeed. My only hope is that when I finally crawl out of the gutter I end up on the rooftops of Paris. <3

Oh, but don’t you know, having a dream like that is also racist and bad and selfish and narcissistic. If you have a dream of owning property, that means you are automatically a selfish person who doesn’t care about anyone else. If you have a set of professional goals you want to meet, you’re only out for yourself. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. It never ends. THERE IS NO WAY TO WIN! 2020 is the Darkest Timeline. And so it shall remain.

Do I feel better after this vent session? Actually, yes. The first version was not as focused on the lack of logic at play in the argument. This version does a better job of that. You see? Improvement. Who knew?

Time to start getting ready for work. It’s my second day of training. I’m excited to go in because I know the second I walk through those doors, I will forget everything I’ve just been stressing out about since I got home yesterday. Hurray for escapes!

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