 We're all "there," right? You know — at that point where you start to question how many more blows you (the collective you) can take, how many more stories can horrify you, how many more slaps the U.S. people can absorb without crumbling, before shutting down, before acquiescing to requests to just "move on" and "get over it."
Or... before you rise up and say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.
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 OMGEEEEEE. Someone is saying something I don't like. It makes me uncomfortable, and so, instead of self reflection as to why, I'm going to turn the tables on them. I'm going to paint myself as the victim (obviously I'm always the victim!) while simultaneously asking them to silence themselves so that my bubble remain protected, and so that I'm surrounded by only people who say the same things I do.
Echooooooooooooooooooooo.  Holy moly cheeseballs and pie. I don't even like cheeseballs but I love cheese and cheese comforts me and in times like these, cheeseballs may be the answer.
The CVUSD board meeting tonight was one I should have brought a flask for. |
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