Today was a shitty day, in which I allowed myself to be baited into a political discussion, lost my composure, as I am do every single time I allow myself to be baited into a political discussion, and came to the very firm conclusion that my SIL lives in an opaque bubble.
Part of me can't help but hope her bubble bursts in spectacular fashion, if only to see how long her ass will remain sore from hitting the ground. Part of me is furious with allowing myself to be baited. Part of me is just really fucking tired and ready to pull the plug on talking to anyone about anything until after November. And the rest of me feels depressed and isolated.
Part of me can't help but hope her bubble bursts in spectacular fashion, if only to see how long her ass will remain sore from hitting the ground. Part of me is furious with allowing myself to be baited. Part of me is just really fucking tired and ready to pull the plug on talking to anyone about anything until after November. And the rest of me feels depressed and isolated.
