This past week the weather has been schizophrenic here in Central New York. Which is typical for early April.
Warm, freezing, sunny, snowing — the damn weather cannot make up its mind.
And as a result, the arthritis symptoms I get with my Lupus have kicked up to Spinal Tap 11. I can’t walk without limping. My hands are killing me. All-in-all, I feel like I’ve been beaten silly.
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I’ve been a wee bit cranky for the last week.
And yesterday afternoon, I realized just how much my crankiness has affected me.
We have alternate parking in Syracuse. And this dummy in the rental house next door to me parked across from my driveway on Thursday then didn’t moved her car for days.
Is her car in my way? No.
Does the placement of her car in any way inconvenience me or harm me? Not in the least.
But by yesterday, I was angry enough that I wanted to go out there and plunge a knife in every one of her tires.
Don’t worry; I didn’t.
Instead, I stopped short and chuckled to myself.
“Jeeze, Dianny,” thought I. “You need to chillax! Lie down, rest your joints and get a friggin’ grip!”
That was all it took for me to drop it and move on.
It isn’t ever healthy to obsess over things that way. Especially if the thing I’m obsessing over does not affect me in the least.
It took me two and a half days to realize I was letting this idiot’s parking – that had nothing whatsoever to do with me – make me crazy.
And I blame that on the Lupus. Because really? If I hadn’t been so cranky from the pain, I doubt where this chick parks would be a blip on my radar.
And as I lay there on the couch with my legs propped up, I got to thinking how my reaction to this is a lot like Trump Derangement Syndrome.
The only difference, of course, is I got over it in two and a half days. Trump Derangement Syndrome apparently never ends.
Today marks seventeen months since the 2016 Presidential election.
And these people have yet to get over it and move on.
Seventeen months. And they’re still screaming helplessly at the sky.
It must be tremendously exhausting for these people to maintain this level of anger and sputtering rage for seventeen months.
Hell, being bitchy over a parked car for two and a half days was making me crazy.
I can’t imagine having to sustain that kind of fury for months on end.
To tell you the truth, I don’t know whom I admire more – the crazies who have shown a level of commitment I never thought possible, or Donald Trump for his ability to live rent-free in their heads.
Clinging to this kind of hatred and bitterness for so long is rather impressive in a twisted kinda way.
But it’s also really unhealthy.
And for what?
What has Donald Trump done to these people personally? Has he harmed them in any way?
And why, if they hate him so much, are they willing to give the thought of him so much power over their lives?
Now, I don’t particularly like Obama. He was arrogant, narcissistic and, let’s be honest, a terrible President.
But somehow I managed to live every day of those eight years without endless sputtering rage clogging up my mental faculties.
Sure, I was furious when he won reelection. But I wasn’t still screaming helplessly at the sky a year later — or seventeen months later. Hell, I didn’t even scream helplessly at the sky on election night.
I was angry; I vented. Then I moved on.
But these guys have been so emotionally crippled by their own anger, they’re actually celebrating a fire at Trump Tower where someone was killed.
So please, people. For the sake of your sanity, move on!
Get over it and move on!
Trump isn’t the one dividing this country. The cranks who cannot get over his election are doing that. And they’re doing it by choice.
You choose to be this miserable, angry and bitter. Nobody – not even Donald Trump – is forcing anyone to act this way. It’s a choice.
The folks who troll Trump’s tweets to spew their miserable bile in the replies aren’t being forced to do it.
They’re choosing to do it.
Why in Lucifer’s reach would they want Trump’s very existence to have that kind of power over their lives?
And who in his right mind would choose to be this miserable and angry for seventeen freaking months?
Get over it and move on, for Pete’s sake.
You’re not hurting Trump with your constant stream of hatred. The only people you’re hurting is yourself – not to mention the people who have to live with you.
As the old saying goes, it’s like you eating rat poison and waiting for the other guy to die. You’re not poisoning Trump; you’re poisoning yourself. This Trump Derangement Syndrome is devouring you from the inside out.
Grow up, get over it and move on with your lives.
And if you can’t get over it, then for the sake of your sanity, get some freaking help.
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