I’m frustrated. Obviously I am somebody who likes to express myself. Lately it has been hammered at me that I need to keep my mouth shut about any expression that could be considered remotely political or possibly offensive in any other way. It is as if saying “I am not a fan of mullets” could get me attacked by people who have mullets. “Cucumbers are gross to me” could be met with “I love cucumbers. Why don’t you go f*cking kill yourself?” All this tension and hatefulness is bumming me out. I feel like I am supposed to hide in a figurative box and not share any aspect of myself other than I like kitties, food, rocks, and scary movies. I was recently being encouraging to people on facebook who were thinking outside of the box. Apparently encouraging people to be true to themselves can be offensive. My sweet little fur baby helps me cope by showering me with love and cuteness. Yesterday I did some art therapy. I wouldn’t say it was particularly attractive art, but somewhat sloppily watercolor painting layers of hearts is much more soothing than watching people be awful on social media. I even saw somebody post something along the lines of “people who don’t think I should post such hateful posts can go f*ck themselves because they don’t respect me and my right to my rage.” I’m not just frustrated. I’m sad. I can’t even try to encourage or inspire people anymore without carefully going over what I am saying to make sure that my inspirational message will not cause a backlash. I will be lighting my candles again for peace. We sure do need it.