[Editorial] View From A Millennial Republican

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I’ll admit it, I wasn’t always a ‘Republican’. In fact, for most of my adult life (now at the age of 26) I could have been described as a typical young, uninformed liberal. After all, that is exactly what I was. Yes, I voted for Obama and yes I voted on my gut and of course what the media was putting in my face via iPhone every day. Shortly after turning 18 I had a falling out with my parents, which resulted in me being booted to the curb to fend for myself. Now before you get all sympathetic on me…STOP. It may not have felt like it at the time, but it is exactly what I needed. In fact, it was the beginning of a long journey that would lead me to here right now. I look back at it now as a life changing event and praise my parents for the decision. Sounds crazy right? Don’t worry, I’ll explain.

Once I was kicked out, contact with my parents was a bit severed. At that point in my life, I didn’t care much. In fact, I was kind of happy in a way because I felt like I was finally free from my parent’s authoritative rule. I had plenty of friends and I was not in a situation where I was sleeping on the street. So what could be better? I would spend the next 5 years of my life working dead end jobs, scraping by making minimum wage and partying way too much. I had no plan for the future. No idea what I was doing, and I couldn’t have cared less. If someone dared to ask me the obvious question, “Dude, when are you going to start focusing on a career? You know you aren’t getting any younger right?” I would shoot back with some lame reply. Usually claiming that the system was rigged for the brainwashed and the rich. The fact that I couldn’t live a comfortable life washing dishes was an absolute sin and I was prepared to take exactly zero accountability for it. Why should I make any less than a CEO? After all I did work just as hard as one. This kind of talk might have you thinking to yourself, “Wow, this sounds familiar.” Yes, what you are thinking is exactly right. I was a full blown libtard and didn’t even know it. Now, before I get into the ‘how’ I do have a little more to say about the ‘what’ in terms of my transition away from the Democratic party. And yes, it is all relevant.

Of course the fall out with my parents and the dead end jobs and paying bills for the first time are huge reasons behind my transition to adulthood. But just like any other red blooded American man, I owe a lot of my growth and hardship to a girl. A girl who will remain nameless. A girl whom I was very much in love with. Spoiler alert, this story doesn’t have a happy ending (or does it?). To make it even worse, this girl was just as in love with me as I was with her. Of all the things I DIDN’T have going for me, the one thing I did have was one of the most important parts of any respectable man’s life. I had found the one. My best friend in high school turned girlfriend for 5 years. It was like something out of a chick flick believe me. So what happened? Well, I’ll tell you. I happened.

I was never exactly the ‘ideal student’. I dropped out of high school and even when I was in school I either failed most of my classes, or just scraped by with the bare minimum. Was I not smart enough for school? Well, my intelligence is certainly up for debate, however that was not the reason for my struggles in school. What was the reason you ask? I didn’t try – Point blank. It’s not so much that I didn’t care about school. It was just that I cared about so many other things much more than school. I think you can paint the picture. Anyways, moving along with my story.

Obviously I did not head into a four-year university like most of my friends. That was ok though, I was still able to manage getting my best friend to fall for me before she went off to college and we both agreed with no discussion that we were staying together. After all, her school was in state. It was just 3 hours away. My girlfriend was smart. I never doubted that for a second. I’ll admit that when it came to school, she barely put in what you might describe as a ‘valiant effort’. Even so, not seeming to try much at all she was able to get decent grades and head off to college. Talk about a catch. She had the looks, the brains, AND both feet on the ground. She was the type of girl who could sort out her priorities, but still have time to play Xbox with you at the end of the night. You might be asking yourself, “What the fuck was she doing with you?” Believe me, there is no logical answer. Now, this story is getting to be a bit too long so Ill fast forward a bit. Once she came home from school, we would naturally get a nice little one-bedroom apartment and move in together. I’ll be honest, things were great. We were still just best friends who had fallen in love. In fact, for the majority of our relationship things were great. So what happened? My fucking ego. That’s what happened.

Now without going into detail, I’ll say this just to keep this all in perspective because it matters. My girlfriend didn’t study anything particularly career savvy in school. As a result, we were both basically in the same boat when it came to income. Of course, I didn’t care at all. To me, money was nothing and only served the purpose of providing security, food and a place to crash. However, hard times would soon come and I would be brutally shown the reason why money is so important. Or was I shown why money shouldn’t be so important? I still don’t fucking know…but I’ll let you decide. From the time I was 18 to the time I was maybe about 22-23 or so, I didn’t care much that I was broke. I wasn’t embarrassed, and I wasn’t ashamed. Then something happened. It didn’t happen so much to me, as it did within me. Once I hit 23, I started to see some of my friends getting ‘real’ jobs. Some were getting married and some were even starting to have kids. At first I looked at this and it seemed so weird. But after a few days, reality started to set in for me. Here I am, 23 years old living and dating a girl that is way out of my league. What do I have to offer this girl? I have no money, no skills, and no education. I couldn’t provide security and I felt that if I had any real income at all we would have already been married. This revelation would change me, and it would change me for the worst. Now before I go on, I have to say that this really did all come from good intentions. However, I just wasn’t responsible enough. Hell, I’ll just say it..I wasn’t MAN enough to step up to the plate. (Knowing what I know now, I’m glad I wasn’t man enough..)

Now to the girls reading this, you might be thinking, “Why do you think it is up to you to make this happen? She’s and independent woman and can fend for herself.” You couldn’t be more on the money. The very unfortunate and sad truth is that she really didn’t care about the money. She didn’t care that I didn’t have a plan yet and she loved me for who I was. The only problem with that was, I turned in to someone else that didn’t even resemble who I once was. I let my insecurities and my ego take over. From that point on, the rest was history. I became defensive in our relationship; I would try to explain myself at any point I could even though she wasn’t asking for any explanation at all. I was delusional and decided in my head that she was not satisfied with our situation. To make it worse, I convinced myself that she didn’t believe I could get us out of it even if I wanted to. Again, none of these things were true. Emotion prevailed within me and instead of doing what I knew I had to in order to correct this mental downturn I had taken, I didn’t. Instead I began to blame and point fingers. I blamed society, I blamed my parents for kicking me out. I blamed my own intellect and pleaded as to why it is that if someone isn’t smart enough for an education that they cannot make a decent living. I pointed the blame to just about everyone and everything, accept for myself. I became angry and eventually I would point the finger at my own beloved best friend of ten years. The girl I owed so many of my greatest memories too. The only person who was still by my side through out this huge mess. I turned on my true love just like that. Before I knew it, the relationship was over, and no it WASN’T pretty.

At this point you might be asking yourself, “What does this have to do with politics?” Well, if you are the Democratic party, this has everything to do with politics. You see through this terrible stage of self-denial and irresponsibility, I was weak. I was vulnerable and on top of it I wasn’t thinking straight. My mind was fueled by emotion and I was looking for a magical solution.

In comes Obama.

This might sounds silly to some of you and I understand why. But the truth is, I voted for him during this time period. And although many believe libtards don’t think before they vote, the truth is they do. They just don’t think about the same things. Not even close. When I was finding my path in life, and going through the struggles I have laid out for you, I was susceptible. So when the Democrats are on the news everyday preaching their “it’s everyone else’s fault, not yours” rhetoric, I blindly fell in line. Of course I was going to vote for them. They understood my struggle. They knew what I was going through. They knew that it wasn’t my own decisions that left me with a destroyed relationship and barely enough money to pay bills..it was the wealthy peoples fault. It was society, the one percenters. You name it…if it wasn’t me, I was IN.

I would eventually reach a point in my life. A point I look to as the lowest and darkest moment of my life. I had no friends, I had no family willing to talk to me, and I had single handedly destroyed my relationship. I would sit for a while, angry and out of answers. I’ll be frank, I even considered the ‘end all’ solution. Although just the thought of this memory makes my stomach turn, it was my defining moment. Why? Because for the first time in my life, the choice was simple and clear. I had no one left to blame. I had nothing left to use as a crutch. I could either end it, or look at myself in the mirror and take responsibility for the monster I had become. Obviously, I chose the later.

Although it didn’t happen overnight, I would slowly but surely start living a different life. A life of accountability. A life I took responsibility for. No longer was I angry, and when shitty things happened, I didn’t blame anyone else. I had an awakening in a sense. Eventually, I would get my GED and sign myself up at the local community college. Where I am now almost through my sophomore year and hold a 3.5 GPA. I have a plan in life and I know what I want to do in terms of my career. Once I gave up on blaming others, it’s like my life turned into something great that I would never have imagined it could be. So why am I telling you this you might ask? Well, something funny happened through this transition. As I become an adult, and took my life into my own hands, I began to see everything in life under a different light. Needless to say, I suddenly found myself wondering what the Democratic party really had to offer someone like me? It didn’t take long for me to realize that they offered me nothing. I was a man now and I had ambition. Once I made that change, the Republican party started making a lot more sense to me and that is putting it lightly. So to my fellow millennials and to other liberals out there. I am not saying we have the same story. But I am saying, take a true look into what your party is. What your party is really saying and what they truly offer to the everyday person who is trying to get ahead. Without the cloud of the media, ask yourself honestly. Is the Democratic party really for me? I think most people being honest with themselves will find that no, the Democratic party is not the party for you. Just a thought, do what you want with it.

—Fast forward four years (I wrote this on October 18th, 2016 and randomly found it this morning while rummaging through some old files on my phone). I couldn’t help but be struck at how relevant this still is to me. It’s so easy to forget some lessons, and it was a welcomed wake up call for me. It was also pleasant to read away as I went on and on about how I thought I knew what true love was. I am happily married now to the real true love of my life, and we live our dream every single day. Thank God I had that mental break down…..Love you Mrs. Parks.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

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