Disillusioned Once Again


Warning: this is going to be a brain dump. This will not be my most eloquent post, nor my most uplifting. But there are so many thoughts whizzing around my brain right now that I simply must write or else risk losing my sanity (or what’s left of it).

Here lately I am constantly circling back to this same concept over & over again: I have to stop expecting myself from other people. You see, I’m what’s called an empath or a “highly sensitive” person. And with that comes the ability to self reflect, reexamine long-held beliefs, consider new ideas, & generally remain open minded about life while also being highly sensitive to the feelings & needs of others. As I’ve evolved over the years, the thing I seem to have forgotten is that a lot of folks have not been doing the same. Instead of becoming more open minded, more empathetic, & more self-reflective, a lot of people have done quite the opposite. They’ve stewed in self pity, maximized “in group” thinking, & thus it should come as no surprise that their empathy quotient- at least for anyone different than them- is basically zero.

But, you see, sometimes I forget this. I think “Well, gosh, I’ve changed my mind about so many things because of new evidence & life experiences. Surely others must have done the same.” And that right there is where I am realizing I am 100% WRONG!! Far too many people have not done the inner work to examine why they feel they way they do, why they believe what they do, nor anything of that nature. They may not be happy with where they are but they’re very content. Which is a very dangerous place to be.

I was trying to avoid politics in this post but I no longer feel like I can. The past five to ten years, especially the past five years, have been a real eye-opener for me. I guess it’s proof of white privilege that it took me that long to realize just how many racist people still exist- more specifically how many of them I actually KNOW. And it’s not just about race. It’s the general lack of empathy that I see for anyone who looks or thinks differently that shocks & appalls me on a daily basis. Between Trump’s frequently audacious statements & the open microphone that is social media, people have become very comfortable airing their dirty laundry. I mean, maybe it’s better that way, so we know who to avoid. But it’s hard not to feel like society is unraveling a bit.

Indeed if there’s anything I’ve learned over the past few years it’s that we are not nearly as civilized as we like to think we are. Our brains have not evolved to handle the 24/7 news cycle/information overload that smart phones give us, but even more than that, we simply are not as NICE as we like to think we are. When I was in school learning about slavery, the US Civil Rights era, the Holocaust, & other such atrocities, I was horrified but also vaguely comforted by the notion that we as humanity had evolved beyond such evils, that we’d never have to worry about facing such nightmares come to life again. While on a textbook level I understood how these horrible events happened, I’d never watched it with my own eyes, never heard it with my own ears, so part of me still wondered how these things could have actually happened. Simply put, how could people be so cruel?

Well, friends, I no longer have any doubts. I know exactly how these things happened & I very much fear they may happen again. When you have people constantly hating on those they find “lesser,” blaming other groups for problems that aren’t even vaguely caused by them, it’s very easy to see how hatred takes hold of people &, especially when combined with financial constraints, leads them to view other people as somehow less than human. And it’s nothing short of terrifying.

On a more personal level, I’m also just sick of expecting people to be nicer than they are. I’m not talking about my husband or closest friends or family. I have way too much self respect to tolerate the people closest to me not treating me well. But when it comes to other people, I find that I am often disappointed. So I guess it’s just high time I woke up & realized that other people frequently do not think like me. It sounds so trite but I simply have to stop expecting me from other people. Again, it’s trite but true: “If they wanted to, they would.”

Sigh. I’d like to end this on a happier note but I don’t have the energy right now. I’m sure I’ll feel better after a good night’s rest & getting back to work in the morning (which keeps me busy helping others & not wallowing in self pity). Just know that if you’re finding the world a scary, disappointing place right now, you are 100% not alone.

This Ain’t My Mama’s Broken Heart


Have you ever heard an old(er) song & realized you had totally forgotten about it? And furthermore that the song was far more profound than you had previously realized? That happened to me recently with a Miranda Lambert song- Mama’s Broken Heart to be specific. On the surface the song is about a breakup & how the singer isn’t handling it “like a lady.” In other words, she’s actually feeling & showing her emotions instead of just suppressing everything to “save face.” The song was released some 13 years ago (in 2011) & at the time I liked it well enough but never gave it a lot of thought. It didn’t feel like something I could relate to at that point in my life. After all, that was the year I got married- I wasn’t thinking about a breakup!

Well, here I am 13 years later, still happily married, yet the song is suddenly very relatable to me. That may sound counterintuitive but let me explain. The song was written by Kacey Musgraves (along with Brandy Clark & Shane McAnally) who is a fantastic singer/songwriter & has written some of the most incisive country songs of the past 15 years, so really it comes as no surprise that the song is far deeper than I realized on its initial release. You see, it isn’t JUST about a breakup. It uses a breakup as a way to critique a greater societal issue, something that is particularly relevant for women raised in small towns. And what is that issue? It’s exactly what I referenced earlier- actually expressing emotions instead of just suppressing everything in order to save face & remain “lady like.” And beyond that, I see the song as a critique of people who are more concerned with appearances & the opinions of others than with their own emotional wellbeing or that of their own family. Check out the lyrics below (& the song itself: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yg05svXp98&ab_channel=mirandalambertVEVO)

I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
I screamed his name ’til the neighbors called the cops
I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
Don’t know what I did next, all I know, I couldn’t stop

Word got around to the barflies & the Baptists (I love how this points out that churchgoers can be every bit as gossipy as the “sinners” at the bar)
My mama’s phone started ringin’ off the hook
I can hear her now sayin’ she ain’t gonna have it
Don’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look

Go & fix your makeup, girl, it’s just a breakup
Run & hide your crazy & start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

I wish I could be just a little less dramatic
Like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
Leave it to me to be holdin’ the matches
When the fire trucks show up & there’s nobody else to blame

Can’t get revenge & keep a spotless reputation
Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
My mama came from a softer generation
Where you get a grip & bite your lip just to save a little face

Go & fix your makeup girl it’s just a break-up
Run & hide your crazy & start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

Powder your nose, paint your toes
Line your lips & keep ’em closed
Cross your legs, dot your I’s
And never let ’em see you cry

Go & fix your makeup, well, it’s just a break-up
Run & hide your crazy & start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mamma’s broken heart

I suppose the whole song could be summed up in that one line- “Don’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look.” Now, just to be clear, this post is NOT a castigation of my own mother or any specific person. Rather it’s an attempt to sort out my own feelings about a society that often leaves me baffled & exhausted.

You see, I was raised in a society where appearances were of utmost importance. Tattoos & piercings were frowned upon, even considered downright sinful. Men wore suits & ties to church & women only wore skirts & dresses. Those who dared to wear pants were considered “wild.” One of the formative moments in my life is when the pastor at my family’s church saw fit to include in his sermon a critique of a men’s athletic team who met the US president (it was probably George W. Bush) & committed the grave error of not dressing suitably. Apparently some of them wore sandals or something less than a suit & tie, & thus they were deemed disrespectful. Even at the time (as a teenager) I remember thinking “But the president is just a MAN. Who cares? Isn’t respect better shown through your words & actions than your CLOTHES?” I’ve never forgotten that.

As a child I also remember hearing a story about a distant relative, long since deceased, who refused to open the door to a man who came to her house because he had a beard. He was someone who knew her or her family, not a total stranger. But because he had a beard, he was deemed disrespectful & thus unworthy of entrance to the house. Now my family who told this story agreed this was preposterous but stopped short of calling out the elderly woman for being incredibly rude. (Or maybe they did & I’ve just forgotten that part.)

These are just two examples of things I heard in my formative years that emphasized that appearance was of utmost importance. Yet at the same time I was constantly told that what was on the “inside,” in our hearts, mattered most. It was a message that was confusing at best, maddening at worst.

On a far more serious note, for so much of human history women have been asked- or more often demanded- to silence their own feelings in order to “save face,” as the song puts it. This has meant everything from marrying someone against their will to staying silent about abuse (because God forbid we should ruin some “important” man’s reputation!) to anything & everything in between.

Now the question you may be asking is- why is all of this relevant now? I’ve already told you I’m still happily married, so no, I’m not experiencing a breakup for which I seek to take revenge. At least not a romantic breakup. You see, my latest blog post, which was written & published shortly after Trump was re-elected as US president, was my official breakup announcement with conservative America. As I explained in that post, this really isn’t a new thing- it’s been happening very gradually for my entire adult life. I’ve just finally gotten the guts to be more open about it. As a recovering people pleaser, it’s taken me a very long time to be willing to take on the derision I know may come from being more open about my views.

So, no, I’m not experiencing romantic heartbreak. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in our society right now. Now I’m not saying I’d be happier if Harris had won the election. But I at least thought it was going to be close, not the overwhelming victory it was for Trump. I know I shouldn’t take it personally that many folks I love voted for Trump- in some ways I understand why. But I do take it a bit personally because the man is a sleazeball- & that’s putting it nicely! I’m the one who’s going to have to explain to my daughter some time in the next few years that yes, here we are in the 21st century, still electing an old man who is likely a rapist. Or at best has incredibly sexist views on women. Not to mention the person Trump has announced as his AG appointee is a man whose career has been marred by allegations of sexual abuse, including against underage women. Now I realize allegations don’t always equate to facts but this is certainly suspicious, to say the least. This is not a conversation I look forward to having with my daughter.

On the other hand, I’m also disappointed to see how closed-minded some liberals have been about this situation. As easy as it would be for me to say, like many of them have, “Anyone who voted for Trump is a horrible person,” I know that life just doesn’t work that way. As I said in my last post, I know & love people who voted for Trump as well as for Harris & for 3rd party candidates. All of them are lovely people who work hard, take care of their families, & are good citizens in their communities. I refuse to give into this narrative that your voting record reflects everything about you as a person.

Having said that, I’m still disappointed. Maybe our political candidates have always been this terrible & it’s just that the internet & social media have made us much more aware of all of their many faults. Regardless, I just can’t help but ask myself what it says about our country that a bully like Trump has somehow managed to secure the Republican party nomination not once, not twice, but three times & has now been elected president twice. It can’t be anything good, that’s for sure!

So yes, I am a little broken-hearted right now. It’s really not even about the election so much as it’s just about humanity as a whole. I’m just sickened by how heartless so many people can be. No matter what my opinions may be about anything, I just want to be a kind person to everyone. I want to soothe the souls of those who are hurting & bring hope to those who are in need of it. And right now, I am one of those souls- this post is nothing if not an attempt to ameliorate the hurt in my own heart. I for one am NOT going to be quiet about my disappointment & sadness & care only about how I look or how others perceive me. And if you don’t understand why I’m disappointed, you can call me crazy all you want. After all, this ain’t my mama’s broken heart- it’s mine.

Dear Conservative America, I’m Breaking Up With You


Dear Conservative America,

I’m breaking up with you. Actually, the truth is I broke up with you a long time ago- I’m just finally making it official. But, you see, this wasn’t an instantaneous process. I guess you could say it wasn’t a “clean break.” It was a very gradual moving away. Sometimes it was one step away, two steps back, one step away, two steps back, & so on, until eventually I realized- I don’t identify with you anymore.

I grew up absolutely immersed in you, such that conservative America was really all I knew. But even as a senior in high school I was starting to see cracks in your foundation. I wrote a poem about disillusionment that year & it was all about you & how I was beginning to realize you weren’t all I thought you were. I was beginning to see that I wasn’t allowed to ask questions, especially as a lowly female, that only certain people were really deemed worthy of your “compassion,” that change was always viewed as a bad thing. Even at 18, I couldn’t tolerate that, but I also wasn’t sure how to identify myself outside of you.

You see, when you’ve been immersed in something since birth, walking away is not an easy thing. My friends & acquaintances that didn’t grow up in conservative, rural America don’t understand why it’s taken me so long to formally denounce you. Many of them think I’m still not liberal enough- & probably will never be. But they don’t know what it’s like to have drunk the juice & figured out it was poison. They don’t know what it’s like to be viewed as heathen or a “stupid snowflake” by almost everyone you grew up with, especially when you still see some of those people.

I guess you may be wondering what the final straw was. Why now? Why am I finally ready to announce my break up with you? In short, the answer is Trump & all the nasty behavior his presidency has inspired. In 2016, I was well & truly disappointed at how quickly so many of my conservative friends & family embraced him. Some were more enthusiastic than others of course. Again & again I said to myself “Now if his party name started with a D, y’all would be tearing him to shreds for all of his many obvious sins.” Eight years later, it’s only gotten worse. No matter how many horrible things Trump says & does, that are so far removed from the Jesus y’all supposedly worship, the support for him only grows stronger. Now unlike most liberals (I guess I’m a moderate, not a true liberal anyway), I still have compassion on y’all. I realize that most folks are voting with their wallets, & while I may not think that Trump is going to be a magic pill that makes the world more affordable for everyone, I can understand why a lot of people see it that way. And as someone who is not living paycheck to paycheck, I’m in no position to judge the choices of those who are.

Having said that, I just can’t keep quiet anymore. I’ve waited too long as it is. I’ve been too afraid of rejection, too afraid of being the proverbial black sheep anymore than I probably already am. But I’ve also had to live with the guilt of being quiet & it’s simply too much to bear. Some will say I was never a true conservative or I wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have changed my mind. But that’s not true. I was 100% a dyed in the wool member of conservative America. I was that insufferable teenager who actually read her Bible before school every single morning. Who memorized more scripture than most churchgoers will ever dream of. I’ve read the Bible from cover to cover more times than most people who swear they believe every word of it. (Ok, I may have skipped a few bits of 1st & 2nd Chronicles where it’s mostly just long genealogies, but I promise I have read the vast, vast majority of every single book from Genesis to Revelation, even the very obscure rarely quoted/studied parts.)

The thing is, in reading all of that I realized the people who said they believed every word of it were picking & choosing which parts to believe just as much as anyone who didn’t believe it. Or openly admitted they chose to believe only certain parts. Y’all might say I wasn’t paying attention but I was. And the Religious Right I saw then wasn’t matching up with the Jesus I read about. And that’s become even more true now that that y’all, the Religious Right, have embraced Trump.

So go ahead, say what you want. Tell me I’m a heathen, a sinner, & what’s wrong with America (or the world) today. But as someone who advocates strongly for her patients as a nurse, who donates blood multiples times every year (& has for my entire adult life, except while pregnant & breastfeeding), who donates to charities on a very regular basis, who recycles & composts everything I can, who has examined her own biases & prejudices & opened my heart to people who are very different than I am- respectfully, no, I am not what is wrong with America. I’m just a woman calling out a toxic relationship when I see one.

You see, recently I came across a song called The Straw by Kassi Ashton. I immediately fell in love with the heartbreaking lyrics but initially I felt like I couldn’t relate to them because I am, after all, married to the very first guy I ever dated. So I haven’t suffered the kind of romantic heartbreak that inspired the song. But the more I listened to the lyrics, the more I realized I DO know that kind of heartbreak. I was a true believer in conservative America. So I do know the heartbreak of leaving something you loved but came to realize was toxic. I do know how incredibly hard that is- & yet also how incredibly freeing it is!

At the end of the day I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for you, conservative, rural America (you are one & the same, of course). Y’all are my people, after all. I can’t turn my back on you. No one else is going to advocate for you. BUT that doesn’t mean I have to condone everything about the culture. It doesn’t mean I get a free pass to turn a blind eye to the problems there.

I’ll end this letter with the song that inspired it. Usually I like to speak for myself but in this case I think Kassi said it better than I could have, perhaps because I am too emotionally invested in this. I’ll also end by saying that I know & love people who voted for Trump, Harris, & third party candidates (I voted for a 3rd party myself, as I have for most every presidential election). I’m not ending relationships over this because I realize many people didn’t feel good about their choice anyway. Plus, if I write people off over this one choice, I’m not providing them with an opportunity to change. After all, I was once on the other side of the fence myself.

Here’s a link to the song. Her voice is phenomenal. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4xrAeWGV0o&ab_channel=KassiAshtonVEVO

Lastly, I’ll quote what Kassi said about her hometown: “I love being from there… but I love just as much that I learned how to leave.” (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/sVdtanvUcNc)

“Could’ve been the way you stood there
Acting like I needed you to save the day
I don’t need to be saved
Could’ve been you cornered my emotions
Up against the wall when I needed space
You know I needed space (I did, that’s one reason I left)
I would’ve traded all the things you gave me
I didn’t need
I thought I was a stayer
But God, you made a runner out of me (You did- you see I left- even though that wasn’t something I necessarily dreamed of or planned)

My shoulders would hold ya
And the gravity of the blame (Yes, I’ll take the blame, I’ll be the “crazy” one)
Heart broke, no joke
Do we really have to give it a name?
My back aches, my bones break
I was the only one willing to change (Yes, I was the only one willing to change, & I know I’m called wrong for doing so)
Who cares what made it heavy anyway?
The straw

Was it that I spelled it out in black & white
But you could never hear me?
You can only hear yourself (Echo chambers, anyone?)
I know you think I just gave up
But I didn’t give up
I was so damn patient
I tried, I cried (Yes, I have cried, more than you know)
But like a dam to a flood
I could only take so much

My shoulders would hold ya
And the gravity of the blame
Heart broke, no joke
Do we really have to give it a name?
My back aches, my bones break
I was the only one willing to change
Who cares what made it heavy anyway?

The straw
That broke the back of the girl
That loved ya
The straw that broke the back of the girl
That loved ya
The straw that broke the back of the girl
That loved ya
The last damn straw that broke the back
Of the girl that loved ya
Ah

My shoulders would hold ya
And the gravity of the blame
Heart broke, no joke
Do we really have to give it a name?
My back aches, my bones break
I was the only one willing to change
Who cares what made it heavy anyway?
The straw

The straw
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
The straw that broke the back of the girl
That loved ya
The last damn straw that broke the back
Of the girl that loved ya
Damn”

Rural vs Urban: the Greatest Divide in Modern America


A month or two ago, a close friend of mine sent me an article that she thought I’d appreciate.  The article explains why Trump, despite his many obvious flaws, became such a viable presidential candidate, especially for folks in rural areas.  But more importantly the article addresses the massive cultural divide that separates rural & urban American which is largely either ignored or vastly over simplified.  As someone who has lived on both sides of this cultural divide, having grown up in a very rural area & now living in an urban area, I have witnessed this cultural divide in a very personal way.  In fact as I read this article, I kept thinking to myself “I could have written this about my own hometown.”  The truth is that when I’m in my hometown I worry I’m viewed as some kind of snob who chose to leave & now thinks she’s better because of it.  But when I’m home here in the city I worry I’m viewed as a bit of a redneck, albeit an intelligent, educated one.  Perhaps it’s all in my head & I’m just too self-absorbed to realize it, but I guess what it comes down to is that I never feel 100% at home anywhere. 

Sign reads: 'Small town ahead - don't believe a word you heard.'

As much as I am not thrilled to see Donald Trump as our next President (though I’d have been equally disappointed to see Hillary as our next President but for different reasons), I must admit I am horrified to see so many supposedly tolerant liberals suddenly categorizing anyone who voted for Trump as racists/misogynists/sexists/idiots.  These are the same people who constantly remind us that not all Muslims are terrorists & shouldn’t be treated as such just because a small fraction of them are.  And I absolutely agree with that sentiment.  However, it is very disappointing to see some of these same “tolerant” folks lumping anyone who voted for Trump into various unsavory categories without actually knowing anything about these folks.  Trust me, I am equally horrified that many of my own conservative, religious friends & family somehow rationalized voting for Trump.  It’s cognitive dissonance at its finest in my own mind.  But the fact of the matter is I know, love, & respect many people who voted for both Hillary & Trump, neither of whom I could find it in my own heart to elect, & my opinion on their character has not changed one iota based on who they chose to vote for.  I fully realize that many people truly felt like they were choosing between the lesser of two evils.  Furthermore, my husband & I didn’t even vote for the same person this year & yet it has not affected our relationship in any way.  So I figure if we can be married (& expecting a baby in just a few weeks) & not allow this to harm our relationship, what the hell is wrong with all these other people who are suddenly incapable of tolerating opposing viewpoints from people they don’t even know?MLK love

To return to the rural vs urban issue, when I was in college & even more once I moved to an urban area, I started realizing how much America’s inner city ghettos & rural America have in common.  The hopelessness, the poverty, the high teen pregnancy rate, the drug usage, the prevalence of single moms & the absence of fathers, the high school drop-out rate . . . All of these are major issues that both communities face.  The difference is that in rural areas instead of crappy apartments there are shitty trailers, & there are probably fewer actual gangs & hard drugs, though the violence is still alarming.  Just a few weeks ago, I was explaining this phenomenon to a coworker & somewhat jokingly stated “the rural areas just have less heroin.”  Just a few days later I found out a classmate of mine died of what was likely a heroin overdose & suddenly I ate those words.  The other glaring difference of course is that a lot poor folks in rural areas are white, & one can’t help but wonder if that is one reason they elicit less sympathy from the masses.  Obviously the population density is lower in rural areas so superficially things may seem different, but dig a little deeper & you’ll realize that these communities are facing many of the exact same issues that poor urban areas are facing . . . & often with even fewer resources to assuage & combat these problems.

rural-poverty

Scenes like this are a dime a dozen in my hometown & in so many others like it.

It’s rare that I allow someone else to speak my views for me.  But when I do find that someone else has expressed my own thoughts so eloquently, I am happy to allow their words to speak for me.  So today I implore my readers to read the aforementioned article & seek to understand this very important & largely neglected issue.  I think the words that spoke to me the most, the words which had me nodding along the hardest, are these:

“In a city, you can plausibly aspire to start a band, or become an actor, or get a medical degree. You can actually have dreams. In a small town, there may be no venues for performing arts aside from country music bars and churches. There may only be two doctors in town — aspiring to that job means waiting for one of them to retire or die. You open the classifieds and all of the job listings will be for fast food or convenience stores. The “downtown” is just the corpses of mom and pop stores left shattered in Walmart’s blast crater, the “suburbs” are trailer parks. There are parts of these towns that look post-apocalyptic.

I’m telling you, the hopelessness eats you alive.

And if you dare complain, some liberal elite will pull out their iPad and type up a rant about your racist white privilege. Already, someone has replied to this with a comment saying, “You should try living in a ghetto as a minority!” Exactly. To them, it seems like the plight of poor minorities is only used as a club to bat away white cries for help. Meanwhile, the rate of rural white suicides and overdoses skyrockets. Shit, at least politicians act like they care about the inner cities.”left_a_small_town_,-20749

If you’re reeling over the results of this election & wondering what the hell is wrong with our country, I hope that reading this article will help you understand why so many people did vote for Trump & to appreciate that not everyone who voted for him is some horrible, hateful person.  Just like not everyone who voted for Hillary is some corrupt lifelong bureaucrat.  Also to the people leading violent protests against Trump, defacing historical monuments, & beating Trump supporters in the streets, please grow up & realize that your actions prove you’re just as intolerant & despicable as you say the people who voted for Trump are.bleed-red-lyrics

This is not a time to hate each other.  This is a time to remember the essential humanity that unites us all.  To end this post, I’d like to share one of my favorite songs which I think is especially germane at this point in history.  Lyrics are posted below.

Let’s say we’re sorry,
Before it’s too late,
Give forgiveness a chance
Turn the anger into water
Let it slip through our hands

We all bleed red,
We all taste rain,
All fall down,
Lose our way,
We all say words we regret,
We all cry tears, we all bleed red

If we’re fighting, we’re both losing,
We’re just wasting our time
Because my scars,
They are your scars & your world is mine

You & I, we all bleed red,
We all taste rain, all fall down, lose our way
We all say words, we regret,
We all cry tears, we all bleed red

Sometimes we’re strong, sometimes we’re weak,
Sometimes we’re hurt & it cuts deep
We live this life, breath to breath,
We’re all the same, we all bleed red

Let’s say we’re sorry before it’s too late

We all bleed red,
All taste rain, all fall down, lose our way
We all say words, we regret,
We all cry tears, all bleed red

Sometimes we’re strong, sometimes we’re weak,
Sometimes we’re hurt & it cuts deep
We live this life, breath to breath,
We’re all the same, we all bleed redall bleed red