There’s something to be said for solidarity. For sticking up for your fellow human. For defending people’s inalienable rights. For showing your support for a cause, whether or not your efforts seem to be making a tangible difference.
Such a privilege to have wonderment – to be able to experience life, make ironic jokes about first world problems, separate ourselves from the troubles of the world, and to ignore that which makes us uncomfortable. Because we can decide to do so.
There’s not much I can say that hasn’t already been said, that people aren’t already tired of hearing.
I’m sure none of you will be surprised by this, but I’m not a Trump supporter. Still, I have hope.
Maybe I’m old-fashioned at my ripe age of 28. Maybe I’m nostalgic for the golden years of the 90s, when the music was better, the pants were baggier, and my biggest concerns included whether or not the OJ Simpson trial would broadcast over my Saturday morning cartoons.
It’s hard to watch or read the news these days. I can’t tell if times are just exponentially worse than they once were or if all the horrible things that were always there are just being constantly thrown in my face every time I connect to WiFi. It’s depressing, and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. Still, I keep consuming, because no good will ever come from ignorance.
I must admit, that in light of all the Islamophobia that’s been plaguing the news and social media lately, I have found it slightly comical. Don’t get me wrong – it is very upsetting and disheartening, and it is pretty hard for me not to get caught up in the ongoing Internet debates. The “comical” part of it comes from the fact that this is suddenly such an issue. I guess I’m just a little incredulous about the whole thing.