Don't Care in Journal

Not sure what changed, because I definitely used to care.
Perhaps it is simply that I’m beginning to recognize that it really doesn’t matter whether I care or not.
I look at the people around me and I realize that they are unreasonable. My parents are unreasonable. Their minds cannot be changed, and I won’t break myself against their immovable beings.
I don’t really mind which way it goes tomorrow. The left seems to be threatening to burn everything down if they lose. I wouldn’t really mind if they did. They’re just burning themselves.
I have a clear idea about who will win. If the wrong guy does, and they come knocking to collect or to lock us all in… well, I imagine that will be a day of reckoning.

DH and I made some friends. It’s quite nice to have like-minded souls who are also going to be parents, and who are on board with many of the same philosophies like
peaceful parenting, voluntarism, an-cap, loving the virtuous and hating those who would do us harm.
I don’t have to explain to them why I’m not talking to my parents.
We don’t have to explain why we aren’t feeding our tiny baby candy, or even cereal.
The importance of self responsibility is not lost on them.

I had been, for the last half a year, quite sad about the fact that parenting groups were closed until further notice. However, after attending one last week, I realized that I wasn’t missing anything.
The ‘moms group’ I attended hosted 3 ladies who sat around and complained about their lives to each other. And then me, I guess.
It really reminded me of the one bachelorette party that I attended. I sat in semi-awed silence as 6 other women my age sat around and bitched viciously about their own families.
Is this their version of fun? I thought, at the time simply amazed at their vitriol.
Now, I wonder if they realize that their complaints are a direct reflection on them. You chose your husband. You choose to interact with the people in your life. You chose to have kids. etc. Nobody forced you. Nobody held a gun to your head and said “Do this, or else.”
Additionally, even if things are really that bad, you sitting around bitching about it does exactly zero for your relationships. In fact, it might just make the situation worse. You expect all your friends to commiserate and support your position of ultimate victim hood and eternal rightness, and where does that leave you in relation to your spouse, kids or family? It leaves you forever resentful and bitter.
What a lovely time.