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Undecided
For those who don’t know.
I am undecided.
I am undecided because I don’t know if anything matters at all, anymore. I imagine I will find out on November 3rd, when this question is answered:
If a Republican chops down a tree in the forest, then says it didn’t happen; is the tree still there?
I am undecided because I don’t really know if anything I have done in the past four years made a difference. I always had a problem in school with Using my time wisely. Could I have made better use of it?
Perhaps I should have finished the book.
A few years ago, I started writing a book. I wrote at least two thousand words every day. I assembled over 600 pages. All I needed to do to it was some editing, write another draft, and it would be in good shape.
Had I simply done that, I would have a book.
However, Donald Trump is president. I am distracted. I cannot stop writing about politics, and the glaring, heated misogyny that infects our nation; or the inhumane racism that will certainly be our ruin.
Does it matter that I wrote scores of political essays?
I don’t know. I keep thinking that if I make a clear, well-researched point, it might make some small difference.
