I didn’t watch the inauguration. I couldn’t stomach it. There’s civic duty and all of that, but it’s hard to balance that with the disgust I feel toward number 45. I think I’ve been in a low-grade depression since November 8th. I’ve never had outside factors make such a direct impact on my state of being. My brain said ‘we survived Bush, we can weather this’ but with every decision 45 made since that date, it was not only a bad one, but one so completely unfortunate that the idea this was an elaborate prank actually made more sense.
excellent awkward 