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I'm Done with Progressivism (Nihilism Entre)

America just had an election of consequence. 

I've found myself in daze of confusion, lost at sea, not knowing where I belong. I've grown to loathe politics. It's very toxic, divisive, and reminds me of the religious dogma I grew up with. 

I am afraid to make friends. I just can't be forced to "shut up," and "keep my head down," when it comes to people saying dumb, buzzkill, ignorant things. 

I've always wanted America to improve its healthcare system, to where you shouldn't lose access to healthcare, when a career doesn't work out, or if you're let go. People should be able to be themselves, express themselves, find happiness and thrive. 

But I've found progressivism to be toxic. I'm tired of wasting my time with people that hate everything that makes me happy. When either fictional characters, an art style, or just an archetype of femme-bodied person is traditionally attractive, hyper-femme, slightly fan-servicy is called 'objectification,' it's frustrating, and ironically sexist, under the smoke screen of 'progressivism.' I won't be sorry that I am not interested in playing a video game or watching existing characters to be forced to be butch/masculine/'non-binary,' for the sake of subverting femininity, in that obnoxious 'gender abolitionist' way. 

I'm not interested in obsessing over identity. When I meet someone, I don't want to be asked what my pronouns are. I've always loathed that. It's exhausting being around people that want to force facemasks, because they're homebody, awkward, maybe asexual nerds who don't go out, do socializing IRL. 

There will come a time, when in my music collection, there will be music from musicians that have done bad things. I am not going to stop listening to music that has offered me some kind of catharsis, happiness, the same way I won't stop liking HP Lovecraft. Simultaneously, I will not join in on the cancellation of someone, because the court of public opinion thinks I should. I am not a legal expert and have no intention of becoming one. 

I'm exhausted of when I agree on problems with the United States, I'm expected to follow that up with peoples' extremes of "that's why we need to abolish capitalism," or join in with some fringe leftwing extremism. 

Trying to be friends with 'progressive' people, for the longest time, has given me this depressing, nagging, feeling, that took me until recently to understand. It's the same feeling of having to hide parts of who I am to religious family members or community members, that only accept a fraction of who I am, because their dogma renders me a 'heretic' or 'sinner.' 

I'm sick of it. It's a waste of time. I will not hide who I am to appease other people or let them spew their bullshit, buzzkill, politics. 

Life should be about fun, discovery, making the best of things. Obsessing over politics, and especially purity-spiral politics, is toxic, anti-fun, dogmatic, and it makes me want to vomit. 

I'm done. 

Lastly, the USA will never see any kind of progress like universal healthcare, a better education system, PTO/benefits similar to the E.U., as long as this annoying bs attached to 'progressivism.' 

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