Midpoints

(I wrote this a few weeks back but didn't share it here because I promptly forgot about it. Though it's short, it sums up something I've been mulling over recently. Otherwise, I am several entries behind and don't know if or when I'll catch up. There's a lot happening and nothing all at once. It's okay, though. Well, it is what it is.)

We all get to take turns being the people we hate most. Some of us just inhabit the roles for longer stretches of time. The divisiveness in this country strikes me as ridiculous and unproductive, a bunch of children fighting over who knows best while the rest starve. No one wants to compromise because that means admitting weakness and imperfection. Can't give an inch because then it looks like you don't believe in your own cause strongly enough to appease your fringe groups. God forbid we start trying to do what's best for everyone even if it means both sides lose something in the process.

I say these things, but I feel more and more ambivalent lately, which my teenaged self would be appalled by. Then again, she was appalled by pretty much everything, which is fairly unrealistic when you're trying to get along in the world. You've got to pick your battles, but somehow that ends up feeling unsatisfying as well, especially when you're aware of the choices you make even if you have to make them one way or the other. I don't keep up nearly as well as I should because it depresses me on top of the other crap I have going on. I can only do so much, and that always falls short somehow. I don't know what the happy medium is.