So, I posted an article on my facebook page this morning about this stunningly offensive ad that someone in the GOP thought was just a dandy idea.
Mark, a facebook friend whom I’ve not yet met in real life, said this in response:
The only people buying this load is the extremists in their base. Women are going to carry this country back to sanity in November. Mark my words.
I responded that I am going to do MY part (in that I’m going to vote, and I’m going to make it as likely as possible others vote, too; I’m already taking the day off so I can volunteer to drive people to the polls, and my neighbor is likely going to rope me into volunteering for part of the day at my polling place, as well).
Mark came back with this:
I’ve got your back. Let’s get em.
I was wholly unprepared for how that comment hit me square in the chest, and I found myself welling up over it.
I very often feel alone out here, screaming into the void, being quietly dismissed (or outright ignored) by the people who should be standing – and screaming – next to me. Another facebook friend (who I DO know in real life) mentioned – actually mentioned to me – that when I get to be “too much” for her, she just hides me from her feed. As a consequence of that (and a few other things), I’ve been feeling pretty outnumbered lately.
Mark has my back. That’s what I needed to keep going this week.