No, I Don’t Want To Know What Trump Just Did

I already know

Now that Trump is officially in office, I start to get reminders from friends:

Did you see Trump did X??

How could he???

He could he not? Everything he is doing is quintecentially him, and things he have promised he would do. And now that the nightmare is a reality, I no longer find it entertaining to enjoy shocked back and forth on how crazy his actions are.

No, I’m not surprised.

And I can no longer gawk from the sideline like a rubbernecker at a car accident, morbidly curious what would happen, but secretly thankful it wasn’t me.

Because it is me now.

I never considered myself patriotic, but my feeling is that this is a sad time for America, and I can’t laugh along anymore like it’s happening to someone else.

At the same time, I find it frustrating and futile to talk about the negative implications of his actions. The harm he will cause. We have gone over this already 93284 times. The first few times it felt satisfying to rant. To complain about his insensitivity, his bigotry and sexism.

But now, I feel empty.

Complaining doesn’t get me anywhere, except to increase my sense of helplessness, anger, and frustration.

At the same time, I don’t yet see anything I can actually do to have an impact on or to influence any of his actions.

So yes, I know what Trump did.

No, I’m not surprised.

Go find yourself someone else to commiserate with, please.