Counting

 I know that it has been a weird year for a variety of reasons, not the least of which has been the political climate. It's not the first time, nor will it be the last, that there was so much divisiveness, but this time it struck me as particularly bad. Maybe it's just me, here, and now. I have a friend who is one of those people who thinks that neither presidential candidate is any good. This strikes me as wrong, since I think it would be difficult to make an equivalence of any kind between Trump and . . . just about anybody else. 

But, that aside, what happened was in an email exchange I simply stated my particular political perspective. I'm a Democrat, and I explained why.  I did so in a very reasonable manner, I might add, since I am aware that my friend is probably either a Republican or one of those people who thinks the political solution lies in America's version of Che Guevara, or whatever. His response: nothing. A full stop on email exchanges. I find it puzzling that in today's political climate, the response to a variant opinion is met with complete dismissal. It might be marginally more encouraging than if it was anger, which I've also encountered in similar circumstance. 

What I'm thinking, now, is that I can deal with a differing political opinion. My friend can remain a friend if he wants to be a Republican, of course, but what about if he cuts off all contact because my opinion differs from his? I  can only respond by respecting his actions. I mean, seriously, who cares? But it's a little disappointing. 

I could keep going on this post, but that would mean a devolution into the exploration into my failure as a NaNoWriMo "contestant." I lasted two days. Too much going on, too much to do, and I know that for the last third of November I'll have hardly any free time at all. 

What can I say?  

Keep counting.