Feelings. In memes.

Yesterday, I made the mistake of reading someone’s Facebook post bashing the President and saying he was anti-Christian, anti-Jewish and a Muslim.  I then made the mistake of responding.  I crafted a careful response that denied that he was anti-Christian, anti-Jewish and a Muslim. And then I said that he wasn’t perfect, that none of us were, but why couldn’t they focus on what was good about what he’s done instead of spreading untruths. 

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Then I got off Facebook and tried to do something else while my stomach stewed and churned and my mood plummeted into a depression.

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                   And then I got back on Facebook and deleted my post.

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Because and I cannot change a mind on a social media space that most people use for venting to like minds and sharing pictures of food and themselves having fun in food establishments.  

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And unlike a few friends of mine, I don’t have the constitution or intelligence or know how to fight unproductive battles.  

I am a very small drop in this ocean of humanity.

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I’d rather use my efforts for good instead of bashing myself against a wall and bleeding to death. 

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I’d like to think I don’t have the same walls but I know I do.  

I can only hope that there are a few doors and windows in them, that I am open to meeting new ideas...  

but not today. 

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