Friday, November 11, 2016

big apples

The words don’t come out as well.


Whenever I try to be casual, it feels fake, and my sentences don’t flow. They’re too dry, like cake that crumbles in your mouth because there’s not enough butter in it. I used to be good at being personal and sharing details and stuff, but now, that doesn’t seem as wise. And I’m not good at it anymore. I’m better at staunching the flow of consciousness.

I went to New York. It was, by all accounts, a trip that I--nor any of the other people who went on it--will ever forget. Most of this is because it was a really good trip: we did a lot, stayed out too late, ate too much, talked too much, did everything too much, because, well--it was New York, and it was across the country, and when are we ever going to get to go again in this capacity?

But part of the reason why this trip is so memorable is because we were in New York on election night. Tuesday, November 8th. Both candidates were in New York as well, and we all stayed up late that night, watching the news and refreshing the Google US election results page and talking about politics even though we probably didn’t really know politics.

I’m no political expert, I hardly know my own political views (though I know I’m a conservative), and my political alliances--as were most other people’s--were a bit fuzzy this election. (I’ll admit that I watched the first debate as entertainment, and the second only because my AP Gov teacher showed it to us in class. I can’t deal with politics.) This year was a debacle, and I couldn’t help but entangle myself in it, though I tried.

It just felt sour. It felt sour because everyone on Twitter was raging and people were protesting in the streets, but somehow most of America was red. It felt sour because most people I know and see are people who hate the fact that Donald Trump became president...but he did become president, so not everyone must hate him, but that makes me confused because (???!!!!! Where are those people ????!!!!! But then, I do live in California, which is always a blue state, so…). It feels sour because people are still raging on Twitter, and people are still raging in the streets, and California passed the proposition requiring people to buy plastic bags (among other things).
But then I remind myself of these facts:

-God is in control, and ultimately He rules the world, not the president.
-The Madisonian system allows for checks and balances. Donald Trump isn’t a dictator.
-If anything, he’s a bit like Andrew Jackson.
-I just hope he proves us all wrong and does better than what we expect.

My hope doesn’t rest in politics; it rests in God, and in the end, that’s all that matters.


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