Voter regret is already at an all-time high and many people are cutting off MAGA family members, including filing for divorce. And really, all it makes me feel is sad. I hate that it’s time for Americans to feel the pain I felt beginning in 2017. I hate that so many people chose to have such an unhealthy obsession with hateful rhetoric that it’s come down to that for so many. The isolation of Trump voters is sad, that they’ll be left behind. The pain their frustrated loved ones feel is even sadder, knowing they are throwing their admiration so heavily behind someone they’ve never met to the point of being cruel towards the people they actually have met. I know all too well the feeling of, “Hey, shouldn’t my feelings be the most important thing here?” only to be made to feel like they don’t matter at all. Welcome to my world, I suppose.
I’ll never understand why the admiration for him got that far out of hand.
Oh well. I’m used to it at this point, and this might at least provide me opportunities to point out bad policies of his if he implements them.
Doing my best to remain positive and high-vibed through it all shall be goal numero uno.