Stop Running

My unease continues to grow. I am uneasy and getting restless but I feel as if I'm boxed in.  After a few weeks of stewing over everything I think I have a thought.

Stop Running.

Bear with me here, as it may take a moment to see this through. Let's start at the end. What if Trump sent out a tweet and nothing happened. What if he said something ridiculous and it was not re-tweeted? What if there was no outrage? It doesn't really matter if we respond to every single thing anyone ever says, right? We all let comments go during normal conversation within our normal lives. This isn't normal, you say? Well, let's make it normal then! What is the only thing a narcissist cares about? What feeds that egotistical hunger? Being the center of attention is all they need, right? He doesn't care whether the chatter is good, bad, ugly, clean or morally upstanding, it only matters that it exists. What if we didn't share every crazy article from obscure websites just because the headline causes outrage? What if there was one day on social media that contained no mention of anything Washington related? We are all so caught up in the wave of outrage that I think we are starting to loose sight of the shore. Listen, I'm not saying we should all ignore everything that is happening around us and live in a bubble and say it doesn't matter anyway. But, I am saying that we should take a step back and honestly look at what does matter and what we can actually affect. Does what Trump says on twitter really matter? I think it may not matter as much as it feels like it matters. It is mostly offensive and hair-brained, for sure, but does it matter? Does sharing a crazy headline make a difference to anyone? I think it may help provide fodder for people to back themselves further into their own corners, but that's about all. Is that where we want to be? So far into our own camps we can't make out features on our opponents' faces? It certainly is easier to lump 'them' all together then, isn't it. To make broad, sweeping claims about how ignorant they are and how they're 'only hurting themselves." Feels better too, to have an enemy.

My girls used to hate being chased at the park and on the playground and would scream and yell and carry on while they ran away from their sister or friend or random kid who happened to be chasing them at the time. My advice was simple. If you hate being chased, you must stop running away! Being chased doesn't exist if you don't move, right? Now, don't pull this scenario out and apply it to every situation in life; it's not the same. But in a simple game of chase on the playground, it works beautifully. What if we treat Trump's tweeting like a simple game of childhood chase. He tweets, we run as far away as possible and scream, 'outrage,' cry, 'unfair,' and he does it again and again and again.

Stop running.

Leave him alone to wither on his own and I bet he stops too. What fun is it to chase if no one is running away? Here is where everyone says, "But it's my duty as an American to make sure he doesn't speak for me,' or, 'He is just distracting us with tweets while he dismantles another institution,' or 'He is ruining our position in the world and I need to stop him,' or 'I can't stand by and watch this go down.' Fine! Don't stand by! Get up off the couch, put down your phone or tablet and for pete's sake turn off Facebook! Go talk to a real live human and see what they're up to. See how life is going, take a walk and stop the internal chatter. Then, write a letter to a Senator, call up your state Representative and see what you can actually do. Contrary to current, popular opinion, Trump is actually not capable of ruining the world in a day. That is giving him way too much credit. And neither are you capable of stopping him. That's giving yourself way too much credit (or responsibility, let's be real here!) Be civic minded, for sure! But the last few weeks have shown me that real, honest work has got to come from us but it isn't actually even in DC. We have to start in our communities, with other breathing humans. Ask questions and really listen to the answer. We need to stop giving in to all of the click-bait provided by online social media and listen to Aaron Rogers. R-e-l-a-x! Take a step back from outrage and see where and if you can actually make a difference. If not, then let it go! Keep looking until you find somewhere you can help.

The minute you think you are going to fix this, you're as deluded as the 'other' side ... they think exactly the same thing.

Unintentional Tunnel Vision

If you want to get/stay in shape, there are a million ways you can go about it. Download an app to take you from 'Couch to 5K,' join a gym and meet a friend there every morning, add a bullet point to your day's to do list and check it off when you're done, sign up for an intensive program with a diet plan and work out schedule, hire a personal trainer or just make fitness a part of your every day life. There are different reasons why each one of these would work better for one person over another, but in the end it only matters for that person. Every person is so unique in their being, there is no 'one way' for getting and staying fit. And as long as we're on the subject, there is no 'one way' for anything else either. Each person's situation in the world is so specific to their circumstances, we shouldn't be able to prescribe any blanket solutions for any situation, ever. But, as we are humans who have evolved to need neat and tidy answers, those are what we cling to. 'If it works for me, it has got to work for everyone else.' We've all heard that 'Diversity is the spice of life,' right, well, I beg to differ, as I find spice to imply optional. Diversity is a requirement of life at it's very foundation, which is why we are now legally prevented from marrying our brothers, cousins and mothers. Strength comes with diversity, and right now, I'm not talking about race, religion or food (although I believe it applies there as well). I'm talking about ideas. We need a diversity of ideas and opinions and ways of being within our own lives, but in today's world it is an every diminishing commodity. Diversity exists, possible more than ever before, but we are not privy to it. In his book Messy: The Power of Disorder to Transform Our Lives, Tim Hartford talks about how we have self segregated our towns and cities and studies show that even in large universities, we only befriend people who are similar to us. Our Facebook feeds are ruled by algorithms that just show us more of what is like what we like. Pandora and Goodreads gives you more of what they think you want based on what you've already heard or read. This is not diversity. This is not expanding our horizons, but shrinking them. This creates tunnel vision under the illusion of broadness. We are tricked, albeit unintentionally, with the possibility of the World Wide Web and all it has to offer. In reality, we live in a current day version of The Truman Show. Our world ends with our likes, but it's painted to appear as if we're part of the wider world.

So, during the past few weeks, I've been all over the map. Hesitantly hopeful, cringing, hysterical, sobbing, broken hearted, inspired, motivated and despondent. I've tried to laugh, run it off, talk it out, rationalize and yelled at the radio a lot. Nothing has helped this overwhelming powerlessness that I feel. I've always been an active citizen to this country and have always felt like 'we the people' have power. But since November, I have just been confused. I thought we were mostly on the same page! I thought we were all meandering in the same direction and all was well. Sigh. We all know the rest of that story. BUT, here is where I have finally come to my own conclusion. I need to talk to people, I need to hear their stories (I have said this before, I know. It's still true!!) and know their lives. All of our homogeneousness has left me on the outside, but I have the keys. I can fix this.

Growing up in a small town, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. I was friends with my teacher's children, knew them as parents and teachers and saw them grocery shopping, just like everyone else. The mayor was another friend's uncle and a different friend's older brother was a cop. The janitor at my high school was also the basketball coach and on and on. We all knew everyone as a whole person, not just their likes on Facebook and we never thought our teachers slept at school! Point is, people are more than their photos on Instagram or their twitter feed. Sure, it all comes together in one, unique being, but no one piece of us represents us completely. I have come to think that maybe if we started to talk to our neighbors about real things instead of just seeing what they think is funny online, we might remember that we are a whole lot more alike than we are different. You can take that out as far as you want and I feel strongly that it applies. To religion, just trying to be the best version of ourselves and bring more good into the world, does it matter if you wear a headscarf or pray the rosary? I don't think so, but only if you understand where they're trying to go. To politics, wanting our nation to be a safe place to raise a family and follow our dreams, does it matter if you pin an elephant or a donkey on your tie? Maybe if I understood what someone was afraid of, it would be easier to fix than issuing a blanket ban. To living a healthy lifestyle, does it matter if you flip tractor tires, take a family walk or run a marathon? To dieting, does it matter if you eat egg whites, oatmeal,  or salad for breakfast? You see my point. If we can focus on intent instead of the details, we might be more willing to see each other as humans instead of just Crossfit, Whole30 or Democrat. We are all people with more nuance than could ever be contained in a label.

Here is where I would ask, so, who's up? Who wants to talk? Alas, I'm in the same boat as everyone else and know very few people who are very different from me. I've got to figure out a way to go to the 'other' and make them part of my world. That will make a bigger difference than banging my head against the wall after I call 10 Senators and get only full voicemail boxes (kudos, though, to all those folks who are getting there before me!)