I’m angry. But I’ll close my mouth
Every time I open up Facebook or turn on the news on the radio I get a bit angrier. π‘
Why do I really care? The things I read about only impact me incidentally me at best. But there is the dreaded comment box, which I often will click wanting respond, type a few words and click cancel. I’ve grown smarter as I’ve gotten older.
Nobody wants to hear my opinion anyways and if I do comment, it will only elicit a response on why I am wrong or uncaring. If I have something to say, my best venue is my blog where I have full control over content and now it’s presented.
Moreover, I don’t really care that much. My thing is making the best possible world for myself, saving money and investing in my own future. I don’t plan to stay in New York for many more years, so it really doesn’t matter to me how much of a shit hole our great state is becoming. I’ve never voted for the man. Half of decrees sent down from a high are ignored at the local level at any rate.
And the truth is... My opinion doesn’t really matter and it’s just best to close out and ignore the people I disagree with so passionately.