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Jan. 20th, 2017 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowkatMy way of dealing with today? Watching "Nashville", "This is Us", "Big Bang Theory", and a few episodes of "The Good Place" on demand. (I hadn't liked the Good Place when I first saw it, still don't find it that funny, but the third and fourth episode got a chuckle or two out of me. Mainly because now I know that my initial impression was correct -- ie. that it's not really The Good Place.)
I've been second guessing myself a lot lately. Not sure I'm doing anything right. Trying to just trust myself and go with it. If I've learned anything from the political scene and DJT/HRC - it's this, you can't get your validation from others. And you can't look at others to see if you are doing the right things, wrong things, or to figure out who you are. We are unfortunately a society that is obsessed with external validation -- hence the proliferation of awards shows. Donald Trump is the culmination of that obsession. We want approval. We all care far too much what others think.
But I look at Trump and I see how hollow that is. How hollow power is. How hollow all of it is.
The world at times hurts like a knife. Feels lonely. And cold.
But...
Out of the blue, I had two people contact me by cell phone. My ex-boyfriend, first love from college.
And my brother. Short brief contacts. But contacts all the same. Reaching out to touch base -- today, to somehow reassure each other. Both men. Who both know me on a level no one else does, and have in their own odd ways informed my feminism and view of men and gender.
And at work, my cubical mates supported my view that this was crazy what was happening...and our hope that it would end soon. The guy who immigrated here from Russia showed us a funny bit posted to Russian immigrants from Russia to the US, "you ran from this, but then you voted for it!"
And on FB there are photos of women filling planes on the way to DC to march in solidarity. Around the world they are marching. Few people showed up today to the inaugration. The mall was practically deserted.
And...around the world, people who were once complacent, who did little but blog, are waking up and taking action. They are calling Senators, and Congressmen. They are marching -- people like myself who never marched before. They are posting political posts against DJT, when they didn't post about politics at all in the past. They are contributing to various humane rights organizations.
So, I have hope.
I've been second guessing myself a lot lately. Not sure I'm doing anything right. Trying to just trust myself and go with it. If I've learned anything from the political scene and DJT/HRC - it's this, you can't get your validation from others. And you can't look at others to see if you are doing the right things, wrong things, or to figure out who you are. We are unfortunately a society that is obsessed with external validation -- hence the proliferation of awards shows. Donald Trump is the culmination of that obsession. We want approval. We all care far too much what others think.
But I look at Trump and I see how hollow that is. How hollow power is. How hollow all of it is.
The world at times hurts like a knife. Feels lonely. And cold.
But...
Out of the blue, I had two people contact me by cell phone. My ex-boyfriend, first love from college.
And my brother. Short brief contacts. But contacts all the same. Reaching out to touch base -- today, to somehow reassure each other. Both men. Who both know me on a level no one else does, and have in their own odd ways informed my feminism and view of men and gender.
And at work, my cubical mates supported my view that this was crazy what was happening...and our hope that it would end soon. The guy who immigrated here from Russia showed us a funny bit posted to Russian immigrants from Russia to the US, "you ran from this, but then you voted for it!"
And on FB there are photos of women filling planes on the way to DC to march in solidarity. Around the world they are marching. Few people showed up today to the inaugration. The mall was practically deserted.
And...around the world, people who were once complacent, who did little but blog, are waking up and taking action. They are calling Senators, and Congressmen. They are marching -- people like myself who never marched before. They are posting political posts against DJT, when they didn't post about politics at all in the past. They are contributing to various humane rights organizations.
So, I have hope.