I've Had it With Unbothered People

I’m just gonna come right out and say it, I’ve had it with people right now.

OK, it’s probably not particularly healthy to have a grievance with an entire species, so let me narrow that down a bit.

I’m having a really hard time with the unbothered people, the “everything is gonna be fine” people, the people who are acting as though they are above those of us who are blowing gaskets, breaking down, and freaking out.

You know who I’m talking about: those friends, family members, coworkers, classmates, and social media acquaintances who tone-police us for surveying the monumental destruction being inflicted upon our fragile Republic and its people and being livid. Those people.

I’ve reached my breaking point with human beings around me who are still averting their eyes, avoiding the news, and anesthetizing themselves on a mind-numbing cocktail of wishful thinking, retail therapy, self-preservation, and American exceptionalism.

I’ve reached the limit of my tolerance for people who have seemingly spent the past year poo-pooing hundreds of atrocities and illegalities, any one of which would be an alarm-tripping red flag for a nation sliding swiftly into fascism.

And I’ve really had it with people who are still criticizing the emotionality of those of us who’ve been told for a decade that we’re overreacting, while we’ve watched every single supposedly impossible prediction come to pass.

I don’t think laissez-faire wait-and-seers are particularly helpful right now.

Look, I believe in being rational when at all possible, in offering a measured response to most kinds of adversity, to being strategic and sober of mind in the face of many struggles.

But right now, circumstances are such that we could use a lot more people who have seen, heard, and have had enough: enough injustice, enough lawlessness, enough dehumanization, and who aren’t afraid to be labeled too loud, too pissed off, and too passionate.

There is a time and place for self-control, for tolerance, for listening and bearing with people, for breathing and being still. But there is also a time and place when the gravity of the moment calls for something fierce and unwieldy; a wildness of heart that isn’t interested in decorum or social norms. I suggest that now is such a time, and here is precisely the place.

America is on the brink of authoritarianism.
Our president is a sociopath.
His Cabinet is sycophantic.
His party is complicit.
They are at war with the world.
They are ignoring law and morality.
They are building concentration camps.
They are murdering protestors.
They are silencing journalists.
The media are bending the knee.

This Congress is neutered.
The Supreme Court is compromised.
The checks and balances are disappearing.
The systems are failing.
People are being arrested for existing.
People are being targeted for who they love.

These are not hyperbolic rantings of overly emotional crepe-hangers; they are the clear-headed conclusions of those of us who are paying attention, who’ve read the files, who’ve waded into the minutia of the legislation, and who don’t scroll away from things that turn our stomachs and break our hearts.

I’m not advocating for an aimless, reckless assembly of panicked people running around like headless chickens, but some urgency and a little ferocity from a lot more people would be a good start. Ignorance is bliss until it’s deadly.

If you’re already furious, fed up, and losing your filters and your fucks, celebrate that. We need a lot more fire and a lot less chill.

Right now, it’s a sign of your humanity, of your sanity, and of your soul, to look around at it all and say, “I’ve had it.”

Note: If you’ve had it and want to know how to productively and strategically wield your exasperation with other similarly pissed-off people, start by contacting your local Indivisible group, connecting with the ACLU, and partnering with Remove Coalition or Red, Wine, & Blue. You can also research progressive faith communities, nonprofits, and candidates, and ask them where they can use your help.