I can't believe it's only been a couple weeks since the election. Scary sh*t is happening every day in this "transition." I've gone through all the stages of grief, and cycled back again. When I'm in happy denial, I think Obama's gonna come back from his trip abroad with a puppy for everyone. And he'll be like, "just kidding! Hillary, come back in here! You all really thought I was gonna let that orange...? C'mon, man!"
And then I see a video of people at a white nationalist rally doing "Heil, Trump!" I'm saving my kids' Halloween candy for the bunker.
Facebook is weird for grieving. Everybody goes through the stages at different rates and at different times, but we're all privy to each other's thoughts and feelings --so much sharing. What happened to Buzzfeed Quizzes? ("Which Neo-Nazi Trump Cabinet Member - Slash -Golden Girl Character Would YOU Be?")
Some people are using their anger to fight for Democracy (call congress, protest Bannon, sign petitions, quote Hamilton, etc.). I'm trying to make use of it, but I think I'm more useful when I'm in the acceptance stage. Yet how do we accept this outcome?
I feel like a different person now. There's pre-election Me and post-election Me. My before-after personae can be summed up in these pics of the blondies I made on election night:
Needless to say, the champagne never got opened. Rob and I have been eating the blondies over the past few weeks. Stuffing our feelings.
Now, I'm ready to take on the alt-right. Who should I call?