Standing out from the crowd

As I tried to fumble my way through the day, a lot of my background chatter was about Nikki Haley.  I knew when they would show a news clip of Trump because of silence.  My mom mutes the TV when he speaks.  

I've become fond of Tim Miller, who was a former Republican strategist and took over the Bulwark podcast from Charlie Sykes.  He made a good point that Nikki Haley sees what happened with Liz Cheney and Adam Kinzinger and doesn't want the same thing to happen with her career.

Who wants to be part of that crowd?  I may not agree with Adam Kinzinger and Liz Cheney on policy issues but my goodness, they both the difference between right and wrong.

I've been told to play the game and be like everyone else. I can't do that. I just can't play that game.  

It's not an easy road to take when you steer off the path that everyone else is on.  It's horribly lonely and can be hard at times, but it's also kind of liberating that you're your own person.  At the end of the day, I can accept that.  

I worked with a really nice attorney when I started out and he knew that I was volunteering to work with the John Kerry campaign.  He told me he respected what I did and added, he'll be voting like the others were in the office.  It wasn't about his choice.  He was just doing what everyone else wanted.

Today, I realized that I had a black sneaker and a blue sneaker on.  I can't follow the crowd when I can't even match my own shoes.  Standing out from everyone else just seems kind of natural.

Be different.  Be weird.  Don't match your shoes.  Be free from what everyone else thinks.  

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