West Virginia? Mississippi? And now Arkansas? You might be starting to wonder about my politics. Well, I can't deny that I'm partially engaging in a purging of the independent-thought-squashing, treat-anyone-who-doesn't-think-like-us-as-an-idiot, holier than thou, hypocritical NIMBY, I-hate-all-Republicans-even-though-I-don't-know-any-but-I-still-claim-I'm-open-minded-and-tolerant, ultra nonsensical liberalism of Boulder.
Phew. I had to get that out. I've been holding it in a long time, writing it into posts, deleting, rewriting.
Seriously, I feel like I've gotten out of an emotionally abusive relationship. I was sucked in, bit by bit, and indoctrinated - like into a cult - into the "correct way" of thinking and being. I genuinely feel like I've escaped a variety of oppression. While these feelings were simmering deep beneath the surface for a while, COVID-19 broke the spell (so many people like this), cracked the façade, and allowed the stink to start oozing in. I didn't realize how bad it was until I got out, but the relief I felt when Boulder was a few weeks in my rearview was palpable. If there's one thing I'm certain about in life now, it's that I will never go back.
But that does NOT mean I'm riding the crimson tide or flying the Trump 2024 flag any time soon. Absolutely not.
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