I've written a lot in the past year about perspective being a huge benefit of getting older. The more weird things you live through, the less you worry about weird things. Perspective also gives one some good ideas about how to proceed through this mad, mad world. I can be positively brilliant with the advice these days.
I just don't always heed my own advice. It's time that I grab a beer and do that.
My patience with the Democrats has ebbed to an all-time low lately. When I say that, I mean "the Democrats" who I read and write about here. They're easy to be mad at. They have been rather awful. Those Democrats, however, can be like some amorphous blob to me at times. I don't picture any one Democrat when I'm in a mood. They're also far away.
As I've mentioned many times, I've spent most of my adult life surrounded by people who don't agree with me on politics. There certainly aren't a lot of friendlies in the entertainment industry, and I tend to gravitate towards very blue cities like Los Angeles and Tucson. Well, I was born in Tucson, and I don't think that it was that commie back then. It's a bit on the hammer and sickle side of things now, though.
Still, whenever I get out and have human conversations with my lefty neighbors, we get along just fine. They know who I am and what I believe too. I've often recommended that people do more of that kind of thing. I have not been doing that during this recent dark mood of mine.
So I'm going to get out and talk to someone who spends a little too much time reading The Huffington Post. It should be like hitting a reset button. If it isn't, I'll stop listening to me. I've got a pretty good track record with this kind of thing, however.
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