No Comfort

It is such a painful feeling, to have no place for comfort. I am surrounded by battle in all directions, but there is no comfort to be found, not even here in my peace sanctuary. Yes, I have peace. I have quiet. I have solitude. But I find no comfort, no respite from the angst and outrage, even here.

It is like Winston's world, where Big Brother's presence follows everywhere. The telescreen is always on. The recording ever present. No place to hide from the inescapable gaze of the oppressor. Not even utter darkness and silence, because the Thought Police invade like invisible spies.

There is no place for comfort.

Am I a Bigot?

The question of whether I am a bigot has started to itch just beneath the surface of my self reflection; because I have become increasingly aware of just how obstanately intolerant I am of certain kinds of people:

• Liars & Deceivers.

• People who promote fake news (even in the face of FACTS that refute the fake news).

• People who support racism, sexism, xenophobism, homophobism.

• People who do not have a firm grasp on what defines racism, sexism, xeonophobism, homophobism.

• People who cry "Fake news!" to anything that doesn't fit their paradigm...even if it is factual information.

• People who don't care that Donald Trump is constantly lying.

• People who don't even seem to care about what the truth is, anymore.

I can't even engage in any level of conversation with these people, so intollerant of this impossibly bizarre world I see them live in. I have started to hate them, even. Does this make me a bigot?