Exactly the same situation. Talking to my sisters at the beginning of the plandemic had smoke coming out of my ears - their uncritical acceptance of everything the “experts” fed them was more than I could take. Of course I was the one with the tinfoil hat and the condescension from my sisters (who are older, and much wiser in their esti…
Exactly the same situation. Talking to my sisters at the beginning of the plandemic had smoke coming out of my ears - their uncritical acceptance of everything the “experts” fed them was more than I could take. Of course I was the one with the tinfoil hat and the condescension from my sisters (who are older, and much wiser in their estimation) was infuriating. I had to stop talking to them for about a year. We communicate after a fashion now, but only about things that don’t matter. I will never understand how they could be so stupid.
All my family (I don’t have children, thank goodness) is vaxxed, so I can’t help wondering how much longer they’ll survive. I’m hoping that some of them got placebos. And I wonder if they’ll ever see the truth.
talking "only about things that don't matter" ... this is what has the potential to drive me out of my mind, up a wall, around the bend and utterly crazy. and this is where I, too, am at with my older siblings (we should start a 'youngest and sanest' page). superficiality has become a strange manner amongst families thanks to the demons' influence. i remind myself to be prepared to forget all the low-density behavior they are engaging in during this covidiocracy because it is better for us all if i do. they won't but i will.
My old friendships with covidians have turned into the occasional text or email to say hello. Not much else. Perhaps a monthly brunch and "have a lovely weekend" type of convo. It's very hard for me to keep that up once we're done eating. So, 1x/month is all I can handle. Light convos are painful and take so much effort. UGH!
Remember that they are your family and love them anyway :-). Family is one of the things that "really matters". Even the part that drives you nuts.
Political parties exist to create a kind of blindness, a loyalty over sense kind of blindness. It seems to me it's gotten much worse in the last 2 decades but perhaps I've just better at seeing it as I've aged and learned. Separate the party from the person. It can be painful to watch people you care about, who you know have the "smarts" to do better, parrot things we know to be false because that is the belief they've chosen, because that is the belief the high priest of The Party has dictated to them. For me it helps to remember the "who I care about" ahead of the rest. And then I smile and change the subject ;-).
Thank you for the reminder, what you say is true, and I love them all more than words can say. But in my case there is stuff beyond politics; there is generational gaslighting, ancient role-playing and family baggage. But the current situation has brought matters into sharper focus, and also I somehow seem to have grown a spine sometime over the past 20 years, which my bossypants older sisters were not prepared to deal with. I've rocked our dysfunctional boat and it's created chaos and uproar. I hope in time we will achieve a new level of understanding, trust and respect, but for now what I most needed was to step back and let be, and wait upon the Lord and the Tao. And, like Jo, hope that we will all live to be reconciled.
Exactly the same situation. Talking to my sisters at the beginning of the plandemic had smoke coming out of my ears - their uncritical acceptance of everything the “experts” fed them was more than I could take. Of course I was the one with the tinfoil hat and the condescension from my sisters (who are older, and much wiser in their estimation) was infuriating. I had to stop talking to them for about a year. We communicate after a fashion now, but only about things that don’t matter. I will never understand how they could be so stupid.
All my family (I don’t have children, thank goodness) is vaxxed, so I can’t help wondering how much longer they’ll survive. I’m hoping that some of them got placebos. And I wonder if they’ll ever see the truth.
talking "only about things that don't matter" ... this is what has the potential to drive me out of my mind, up a wall, around the bend and utterly crazy. and this is where I, too, am at with my older siblings (we should start a 'youngest and sanest' page). superficiality has become a strange manner amongst families thanks to the demons' influence. i remind myself to be prepared to forget all the low-density behavior they are engaging in during this covidiocracy because it is better for us all if i do. they won't but i will.
My old friendships with covidians have turned into the occasional text or email to say hello. Not much else. Perhaps a monthly brunch and "have a lovely weekend" type of convo. It's very hard for me to keep that up once we're done eating. So, 1x/month is all I can handle. Light convos are painful and take so much effort. UGH!
My God, you could be my twin soul, Jo.
I feel the same way.
Remember that they are your family and love them anyway :-). Family is one of the things that "really matters". Even the part that drives you nuts.
Political parties exist to create a kind of blindness, a loyalty over sense kind of blindness. It seems to me it's gotten much worse in the last 2 decades but perhaps I've just better at seeing it as I've aged and learned. Separate the party from the person. It can be painful to watch people you care about, who you know have the "smarts" to do better, parrot things we know to be false because that is the belief they've chosen, because that is the belief the high priest of The Party has dictated to them. For me it helps to remember the "who I care about" ahead of the rest. And then I smile and change the subject ;-).
Thank you for the reminder, what you say is true, and I love them all more than words can say. But in my case there is stuff beyond politics; there is generational gaslighting, ancient role-playing and family baggage. But the current situation has brought matters into sharper focus, and also I somehow seem to have grown a spine sometime over the past 20 years, which my bossypants older sisters were not prepared to deal with. I've rocked our dysfunctional boat and it's created chaos and uproar. I hope in time we will achieve a new level of understanding, trust and respect, but for now what I most needed was to step back and let be, and wait upon the Lord and the Tao. And, like Jo, hope that we will all live to be reconciled.