Who you gonna call? Drumpf Busters!

These days, every national celebration comes with a warning label. High Threat Alert. High Security Area.

But we don’t want to give into the fear mongering, so we go out and celebrate anyway.

But fear has never looked as real as it does right now.

In the name of Donald J. Drumpf.

There is a part of me that keeps waiting for him to turn around and shout “Punk’d!” But after the past few weeks of elections, the chance of Ol’ Drumpf pulling a prank on us is looking very bleak, and the fear is getting very real.

Not the fear of him winning. I’m still holding on to my faith in humanity.

It’s the fear that one of the leading nations of the world is encouraging bigots and racists to come out of the woodworks. Fear that people, who up until recently were considered an embarrassing little speck, are casting the leading vote.

I meet racists, sexists, bigots and/ or homophobes more often than I’d like to. But, even when they firmly stand by their opinions, they know they’re up against it. I’d like to believe that a little time and a little life will help them see the light.

But, there it is. The premonition. The two steps backwards. A bullshitting orange that’s giving their darkest thoughts a very annoying drawl.

He wants to build a wall to keep out certain people.

He wants to register and track a specific group of people.

He wants to repeal marriage equality.

He thinks rape in the military is expected.

He thinks climate change is a hoax.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I’m not even.

Whatever, man.

Drumpf’s supporters are not idiots, they’re just over it – like we all are – and they see him as the harsh change we all believe we need. All they need is a little tender loving nudge. A little hope. A little beacon of light. Or a couple of big ones (beacons of light, that is).

Like from these guys. Listen to these Drumpf Busters for a minute and share the post, please. They’re not political analysts, they’re comedians. They’re like you and me, but with quicker wit and funnier bones.

The very perceptive John Oliver.

The inimitable Louis C.K.

Thank you, and IDK NOT TRUMP THO 2016.

 

Un-settling down.

As kids, right when we were in the thick of running wild and having the time of our lives, an adult would walk in and ask us to settle down.

Settle down, or you’ll hurt yourself.

Settle down, and stop making a mess.

Settle down, it’s getting too loud in here.

Just. Settle. Down.

Settle BB

When we left our home in Melbourne almost a year ago, we were very excited to start a new adventure. It took a record-breaking 3 days for the question to burst out of tightly clenched lips: When do you plan to settle down?

We had no plans whatsoever. We just wanted to enjoy being free. But as responsible adults, we simply must not feel free for too long. We must settle down.

For someone who doesn’t have commitment issues, I have major settling-down issues. There’s something very permanent and dreary about that word.

Yes, I’ll set up our home, get our lives into some semblance of a routine, and maybe even plan ahead for our next meal (I’m not making any promises). We all need to do that. It’s called being an adult. But settling down simply cannot be the only way to adult.

Nope. Turns out, it isn’t.

My Facebook feed is rife with stories about “This Couple Travelled The World With Their Toddler” and “Follow This Amazing Family As They Drive From Your Neighbourhood To Where You Don’t Have The Guts To Go.”

They’re farking heroes, these people. Why can’t I be part of The Couple That Visited 20 Countries In 6 Months With Their Babies?

Not gutsy enough? Perhaps.

Not my cup of Carpe Diem? That’s more like it.

I’d love to see the world, but I’m not an impassioned traveller with a wanderlust tattoo on my ankle and a world map as my screen saver. I’m fascinated with the world, and I hope to live in different places and visit many more. In my own sweet time.

On one end, it’s been drilled into us that we need to find a comfortable spot and stay. So we work hard every day to get to that glorious finish line; some days, we question the finish line, but persevere none the less. Because for many, success equates with happiness.

On the other end, it’s is being drilled into us to drop everything we’re doing and go live our life! Because for many others, experience equates with happiness.

But who’s to say what my life should be? I’m not settling for someone else’s dream. And you shouldn’t have to either.

Stay where you are. Pack up and leave. Buy that house. Take a one-way ticket to the other end of the world. Make a baby. Throw a rooftop party.

Just. Don’t. Settle. Down.

Settle JL

So my answer is: No. Even if we find our dream jobs, perfect home and stay for 20 years, I hope we don’t settle down. I hope we’re still restless and looking forward to our next big adventure.