It's not just Trump for me. I can handle Trump. Can handle his crazy culty fanbase. But sitting in this house by myself late at night, still semi-quarantined, doing the doomscrolling thing. After awhile, it starts feeling like that shit is infecting your brains, and you don't have a release valve, so it just bounces around in there, picking up momentum.
If there's one thing this year has shown me, it's that I can't one day decide to say fuck it all, and become a hermit in the woods. I'll go crazy from the silence.