No Trumper conversations for me

I won’t engage with a Trumper.

I’ll explain why.

Years ago, a friend told me her carpet was crawling with little bugs. She brought me a plastic baggie of them so I could see them. It was a bag of carpet lint.

My cousin one night came over to ask me to bandage his insect bites. He told me they bit him constantly. He pointed to two spots on his back and I dutifully bandaged them. I looked closely at this back as I did so. There was nothing there. 

Both of these people were later diagnosed with psychosis. (Yeah, I have bad luck with crazy people.)

I made the mistake of saying the bag of carpet lint was, well, a bag of carpet lint. My friend stormed off in a rage. 

I learned my lesson with my cousin and dutifully and sympathetically treated his imaginary insect bites. Why? Because I had learned not to argue with crazy people.

Under no circumstances will I waste my time arguing facts with people who live in an alternate reality. 

There’s is no point and my time and energy is too valuable to waste.