Once talk goes political among the people I’m standing around, wherever it shall be, parties, concerts, lectures, etc., I immediately feel awkward and super uncomfortable.
One, I don’t know nearly enough to claim I can have any strong opinion. I know what I know, and the way I feel about any particular subject. That’s all it needs to be. Doesn’t have to get political, it’s all personal to me.
Two, I don’t care nearly enough to talk it.
Three, I don’t care.
Next time people do it. I’m going to bring up my bowel movements, or my sex life.
“I’m trying to think about any redeeming qualities about the man. He’s got a nice tan.”
“You think that’s nice.”
“So I was tickling his balls right as he shot a load into my hair.”
Unfortunately for you, I/A (and for all of us, I suppose), tickling balls, shooting loads, and pee tapes are all well within the universe of contemporary political discourse thanks to Trump being elected into office.
Why so angry?
Look who’s exactly contributing to the state of affairs.
Good job, Fellow Americans.
What a luxury it must be to be in a place of privilege where you feel completely safe from anything political affecting you.
@4 FTW.