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I awoke, Monday, November 21, on a cold, grey, snow-covered Northeast morning with my usual childlike faith:
That a new day… is a new chance… for a better day… than yesterday….
All I wanted to do was open up Facebook and Feel Good!
Maybe chuckle at some clever Thanksgiving memes or watch a corny, irresistible YouTube video about a bunny and giraffe. I was determined to rise above the gloomy dark clouds that seemed to be surrounding me. Not just the ones outside, but those looming over our country and lurking around my upcoming holiday plans.
It was a loooong stretch to happy hour, so I decided to slowly scroll down my FB page for a little pick-me-up. I hoped to God I’d luckily stumble upon that video of those adorable twin babies laughing uncontrollably at rubber bands or maybe find an easy 3-step recipe for a yummy Thanksgiving dessert shared from Delish. And I was seriously dreading those polarizing political post that have been going viral lately… like the ones praising the cast of Hamilton… or Tomi Lahren’s Final Thoughts.
Facebook used to be my Happy Place… my place to connect with friends and family regardless of beliefs and backgrounds. It brought out the best in all of us and focused on our similarities (like finding it entertaining to learn what your name would be back in the 1800’s), rather than our differences that tear us apart.
And, that’s what the Holidays are supposed to do too…. Bring Us Together…. Right?!?!
But lately everything’s all screwed up… even more than normal. The 2016 Presidential election tore families and friends apart and probably caused an unprecedented spike in nationwide alcohol sales and Xanax prescriptions.
Three weeks ago, things were supposed to finally settle down, but they’ve gotten worse. Social media has become a bloodstained battlefield for our country’s raging conflict and division. My loving niece actually DEFRIENDED me because I wasn’t with HER, even though I wasn’t with HIM.
And forget fighting over the Electoral College being a stupid idea… who was the genius to put the election so close to Thanksgiving. Aren’t these wonderful Holidays, when family and friends gather together to give thanks and spread kindness, challenging enough without pouring gasoline on potential sparks.
People are white hot mad at each other. But for goodness sake people… We. Are. All. Diverse. Complicated. Individuals… AND we all have to find a way to live Together… accepting one another’s right to believe and think differently. We’re y’all sleeping during History class or what?!?!?! Intolerance only ends in pain and suffering.
Even on the bloodiest battlefields of World War II… on Christmas Day, opposing soldiers came together for the sake of Holiday Peace and Joy. So I am begging US… people of the United States of America to cool down your feverish fight against your opposition (whoever it may be) and come together this holiday season.
Remember, those you oppose are equally as passionate and determined that their beliefs are right. Don’t forget what two opposing groups came together for the FIRST Thanksgiving Dinner… if those guys resisted the urge to scalp and musket shoot each other… than I think we can resist the urge to talk smack about politics.
Let’s try to make Facebook and the Thanksgiving dinner table a Safe Place.
No polarizing political posts. Put down your swords and pick-up your Pumpkin Pie forks. I for one need some happy in my Holidays. I just bought 3 outrageously expensive airline tickets with my dwindling meager retirement money to spend Thanksgiving with my 80-something parents and other relatives, including my “defriending” niece.
And the whip cream on my pumpkin pie is my two travel buddies are my bratty, entitled, Teenager of divorce, and my (almost-approaching-normal-&-nice-adult-level-behavior) 22 yr old.
So, come on people now, just like the Youngbloods wisely said:
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
I Pledge to break into song… singing the above chorus… any time someone tries to go “Political” at the dinner table or whines about how the divorce ruined their life and they want… want…. want……………….
And my caterwauling will surely put an end to any poor behavior, because everyone will be cleaning up the shattered wine goblets!!
I dare you to take the Pledge…….????