I don’t think I’m going to be coming up with any answers here. More just remarking on the problem, which is PTSD. In a nutshell, staying informed about what is happening in our world means living in a state of pretty much constant outrage and stress.
This morning I was fantasizing about some kind of class-action suit against Trump, Mitch McConnell, and the Republican party for mental anguish. It’s never-ending and debilitating. I wonder how much the draining and distracting drama in DC affects productivity in workplaces around the country. Someone should study it.
I know that there are certainly days when my energy and attention are divided and I’m less productive than usual. It’s costly on so many fronts. And it’s exhausting. Even as I write this a part of me is thinking, “Why am I wasting my time on this man who so degrades everything he touches?” Indeed, spending time focused on him is futile. Yet what else are we to do?
I want to argue with him, and spend more time than I like to admit doing that in my head. But words are actually slippery and meaningless things when it comes to Trump. He’ll say anything, so there’s no way to get any traction in a debate with him. And calling him a liar doesn’t seem to matter. It is maddening.
So, what are we to do? What am I doing?
Well, for starters, I don’t watch Maddow as much as I used to. It’s a retreat of sorts, but trying to go to bed after listening to any kind of logical explication of Trump’s and the GOP’s swampiness is not a recipe for restorative sleep.
I have also curtailed my Twitter time. Twitter offers a much less curated glimpse of the world than places like Facebook do – and that’s both its strength and its challenge for me. It’s easy to go down right-wing rabbit holes, only to come out discouraged and frustrated. Again, words and logic just don’t seem to matter.
I am aiming to focus hard, for the next few weeks, on March Madness. Have to say, though, that I feel like a great big hypocrite looking to the NCAA for a distraction from deplorableness. (Kinda like Fantasy Football — looking to the exploitative swamp that is the NFL for the same thing.)
Feeling a little trapped, here – like I am positioning myself to run out of easy ‘escapes.’ Maybe I need to take a breath, go deeper, and open to the possibility of letting go of things that I’ve used as coping mechanisms or distractions.
But maybe not right now, okay?
I wanted to write about PTSD and how awful Trump is. I wasn’t expecting to corner myself this way — and am definitely not ready to give up these vices of mine today. But I suppose the fact that I am calling them vices is telling.
Dang it all!