I was at dinner with my more liberal group of friends the other night. When I agreed that this administration’s deportation tactics were fascist in nature but disagreed that we live in a fascist country, I got the usual “easy for you to say being a white male” stuff. Am I the one going crazy or are people a lot more “if you aren’t for me you’re against me” nowadays?
Weird being in the middle. Being a “libtard” around my MAGA friends for being anti-Trump and “right wing” around my liberal friends for not agreeing with everything they say. Just over here alone politically.
It's gotten so crazy man, and you aren't alone.
No matter what side you’re on, we’ve reached a point in our lives where right is always wrong to someone else, and wrong is always right to the other side.
There’s no winning—only noise.
We let the social world consume us. Drain us. Shape us.
We scroll until we’re empty, argue until we’re numb, and share things we haven’t even had time to feel yet.
I remember a time before social media—when we didn’t see everything, didn’t dissect everything, didn’t turn every moment into a headline or a weapon. We weren’t fed lies wrapped as truth, or truth twisted until it fit a narrative. We didn’t hate each other for being red or blue. We were just people.
Somewhere along the way, we tore each other apart.
And it wasn’t one side or the other.
It was all of us.
Not one single person is to blame—and we all know that.
I’m guilty too. I’ve been pulled in, reacted, judged, shared, felt the anger. But at some point, I chose to keep living. If something affects me, I find a way around it instead of letting it own me. I step back. I breathe. I live my life.
I saw this image ( I did not create this image saw it circulating) and it speaks volumes—because we all watched it unfold in real time.
A hundred million different versions.
Jokes. Fingers pointed. Opinions screamed.
Everyone talking… no one listening.
And in the end—what did it solve?
Nothing was healed. Nothing was fixed.
Just more division. More exhaustion. More distance between people who were never meant to be enemies.
Maybe the real problem isn’t the moment we’re arguing about.
Maybe it’s that we’ve forgotten how to be human with each other.
And maybe—just maybe—that’s where the healing has to start.
