I've experienced this as well. Thrown out of the leftist 'tribe' because I refused to support Hilly as the lesser of two evils.
It's been painful but you just keep moving forward. You don't make their problem into your problem. Just like bad drivers on the road, there is no gain in allowing yourself to become emotionally sucked in by the stupidity. Reminds me of a the first stanza of Elinor Wylie's poem "The Eagle and the Mole":
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Avoid the reeking herd,
Shun the polluted flock,
Live like that stoic bird,
The eagle of the rock.
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She also finished the poem with:
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If you would keep your soul
From spotted sight or sound,
Live like the velvet mole:
Go burrow underground.
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And there hold intercourse
With roots of trees and stones,
With rivers at their source,
And disembodied bones.
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For me that has been spending more time in Nature. Reading more of those books of long dead people (disembodied of bones) ... and accepting that growth sometimes is a painful process of shedding old friends.
I've experienced this as well. Thrown out of the leftist 'tribe' because I refused to support Hilly as the lesser of two evils.
It's been painful but you just keep moving forward. You don't make their problem into your problem. Just like bad drivers on the road, there is no gain in allowing yourself to become emotionally sucked in by the stupidity. Reminds me of a the first stanza of Elinor Wylie's poem "The Eagle and the Mole":
.
Avoid the reeking herd,
Shun the polluted flock,
Live like that stoic bird,
The eagle of the rock.
.
.
She also finished the poem with:
.
If you would keep your soul
From spotted sight or sound,
Live like the velvet mole:
Go burrow underground.
.
.
And there hold intercourse
With roots of trees and stones,
With rivers at their source,
And disembodied bones.
.
.
For me that has been spending more time in Nature. Reading more of those books of long dead people (disembodied of bones) ... and accepting that growth sometimes is a painful process of shedding old friends.
Thank you for sharing that poem!