I'm not angry. Not in my world. Not in general. Not at you. You've been my friends, my co-workers, my teachers, and my neighbors. I respect you, even enjoy your company. However, it's no secret we disagree about politics and core values. Stop reading into it as more than that though.
I'm passionate, not angry.
I don't have this deep-seated anger than I save up just for you. Admittedly, there are times you irritate me, but I've always been willing to discuss anything. I can't say the same for you.
You like to avoid all confrontation while I like to hash it out as the founders of our country did. If you think they agreed immediately or avoided each other until they came to an agreement, you're looney! Are you looney? If you don't run away from a discussion, you approach me as if I'm a mad woman. You don't think I know your viewpoint or that I'll ever understand you. I do.
I've been a liberal. My 20's were great! In fact, being a liberal was easier in many ways. I thought the biggest threat was global warming. I thought each and every individual could insult me, hurt me, and I would still have compassion for them and put a smile on my face. I thought I could make everyone happy, all of the time or I at least wondered why everyone wasn't happy all the time.
I listened intently to each and every life story featured in the media as if one sob-story was representative of the masses. My compassion grew because I felt sorry for that black man in prison who got a bad deal in life. I believed if the world was a better place, everyone would get better. If we gave everyone their fair share, they'd all make the best of it!
Even the worst people would straighten out if they were given a better life. I never considered human evil- that wasn't even on my radar! Like I said, it was good times being a liberal.
But I'm done. Still not angry though. Still not negative. To the dear liberal who sent me a note about how I just need to let go and find myself, and leave behind an old skin, those were beautiful words but I don't give up that easy.
If you really want to know what goes on in my head the voices sound a little like this; 'You can do this', 'Try harder', '
A bully comes to school stealing lunch money from a kid every day. You offer him your lunch money next time before he has a chance to rob you of it. If it were me, I'd tell him to back the hell off. In fact I stand up to him for you.
Everybody needs to express themselves in some form- mine happens to be written form...with an opinion. Strong opinions can be useful to others. Those who were undecided or ambivalent can just adopt your stance or gain an ability to formulate their own. Those who disagree can solidify, defend, and empower their stance.