Not the Captain

Made a calculated error. I didn’t come here for all this extra responsibility, but now I have to see it through. I’m incapable of cutting loose when I’m in this deep. I clearly have not learned my lesson. 

What I do know is I don’t want to be the president of the new association. It’s entirely too much, and I don’t care enough. I’m fine with keeping just the work on the council, but I’m going to need some other motherfuckers to step up and take responsibility because this shit is exhausting, these people are exhausting, the lack of mental aptitude is exhausting, and we’re only in a transitional period! 

For fucks sake. Frankly, these idiots don’t deserve me. I was describing the state of a small, yet mouthy group, when the council president was wondering what the hell is wrong with them that they can’t see through the lies that the man behind the curtain keeps telling. And I had to explain to her that some people don’t want to be saved. They’re exactly where they want to be.

Specifically, backing the ghetto mentality that the man behind the curtain represents: a spirit of vengeance and revenge, who, for people who probably feel like they’re downtrodden and subject to unjust situations in their regular life, he represents the bloodthirsty attitude they feel they are entitled to. People like that can’t be moved. Look at the shit happening in the US. All reason and logic should prove to them that the person in power doesn’t give two shits about any of them, but they don’t care. They’re going to defend their position with their last unvaccinated breath. 

And I just left that situation on a large scale. To have to deal with it here in miniature is a bit triggering. I’m hanging on, but I will not be driven to lead a boat of unwilling passengers. I’d rather let them sink like the Titanic. Consider me the passenger in a life raft, watching as the band plays into the waves.