Trumps Baby Hands posted:

A frat boy in a Bernie shirt wanders over to me. He looms above me and hands me a small slip of paper with Bernie's campaign logo on it. I take it for half-a-second, and then hand it back. I say, "No, it's all good, I'm already on board."

The Bernie bro gives me a hurt, piercing look. "It's not about that," he says. His face becomes hard and resolute, like he's getting ready to ship out to the front. He says, "it's about joining the local movement."

"I don't want to join the local movement, thanks," I say. I blurt. He flinches back, and I immediately feel horrible and try to soften it, "You guys got it covered."

He shrugs, walks away.

Why am I like this. Why couldn't I just take the paper and keep my mouth shut. What is this psychotic pride. Where is the bathroom