Donald Trump is literally, officially, "is this real life?", the actual 45th President of the United States of America.
I just can't take it. I'm going to riot and join the revolution, and tweet that he's not my president, and cry about it instead of actually doing something about it. Like actually joining my community, caring about what happens, enter the political field and make the changes you want to see. Look at Trump's cabinet, those guys were tired of paying senators and "hoping" they got their way, now, they keep their money, and get their way. Drain the swamp indeed.
This isn't a political post in any way, shape or form, I'm just following up my last pre election post with some commentary. For the record, I voted for him, and you may think of me what you will, I don't care, but I will explain for my own peace of mind, not for your acceptance. In the simplest of terms, I thought he would win, but I knew it would not because of me. He didn't win my state, district or even town, and apparently, he did not win the popular vote, so in reality did my vote even count because the majority of my neighbors for around 500 miles went blue. With that said, I understand everyone's fears and anxiety in regards to the new POTUS, and I hope your fears are subsided over time, and that he makes this country great for EVERYONE again. Obama sold you HOPE, and you bought it in bulk, now you should spend it on HOPING this guy doesn't fuck it up. No refunds.
I voted out the monsters that you don't see, they are always the scariest.
Now to my actual good bye. It is I, The Salmon, and I, The Salmon, am leaving. This is the final blog post...because the original Salmon is dying, not in real life, but the angry place I used to come from is dying, or really dead already.
What started out as a therapeutic exercise, not to blow my brains out, in 2008, from depression, from fear of the future, from anger, from whatever...this blog started out as a bad place in reality, a place where I could spout whatever bullshit made me angry from Dane Cook and his movies to Whole Foods to the 2016 election, and I only had 30 posts over 8 years, so I guess this blog actually did it's job. I felt better, coped with whatever was really going on, and oh yea, I met my wife and things were slowly changing without anyone really knowing, especially me. For those avid readers (or current binge readers) of this blog, you might have noticed gradual changes of tone to my writing, it was all her fault. Eventually, we were married, we were parents, and, now, we were floating around waiting for things to happen, not sure what we were doing. Happy, but anxious. Anxious, but scared. Scared, but hopeful. Questions marks everywhere with not enough answers to go around. The roller coaster of life was real, and we were riding it. Well, without explanation, we have safely gotten off the roller coaster and are now able to enjoy the entire theme park of life for the foreseeable future, we can always go back on the coaster, but for now, we'd just like to check out the kiddy section for a while. We are as hopeful for things as ever, we, or at least me, are the happiest we, or at least I, have ever been. My wife, single handedly, made it all happen.....and she didn't have to sell herself.
Saying good bye to this is weird, because no one actually reads it, and it really is cathartic, and I do enjoy hearing the little feedback that I do get. This will post with no fanfare, no promotion for clicks, just show up...and to warn you, one day, this entire blog site of the Salmon's musing will disappear. All writings will be printed and kept in a safe, and they are to be read at my funeral. (Not Kidding)
From The Salmon Says, other writing projects have emerged, and the Salmon will be back in one form or another or 2 or 3, it will be in the form of something new, and different, and under a pen name, and you may not ever know that its me. Some of my future writing will be in an actual book form that I can guarantee will be nothing like The Salmon Says, I will have some things in the digital world as well, but again, nothing like The Salmon, so the Salmon is dead. It is time for me to leave this little corner of the internet and move back into the analog world. Some parting advice, the real world will always be real, meaning what is physically in front of you is really all there is, not what you are looking at through a 4 inch amoled screen of other people's highlighted moments. Live every moment like someone else is looking at your life through the screen, except don't fake it like 99% of those "fitness"models on Instagram. Live a real life. When my kid gets home from school, I want the question to be, "Can we go outside and play?". When my kid is a little older, and asks to stay out a little later, every now and then, I'll say yes, just so my kid has those memories. Real life memories. I don't want my kid growing up wearing VR goggles while sitting in my basement for hours on end by herself talking to some 10 year old in Tokyo about a fake, digital world. I want my kid to be the adventure....I want to be the adventure, so should you.
As always, follow me on twitter @thesalmonsays, eventually that will be rebranded into something else. For the handful of constant readers, I thank you for the support. Hopefully, I'll see you in real life. For the people that hate me and read this, thanks for your time. Time is the most precious thing there is in the world, we never know when we will run out, thanks for wasting yours on me.
At this time, I ask that you turn your speakers to a reasonable volume and play the below video.