Old or passionate politicians and activists confuse me with their unerring sense of purpose. The notion that argument changes things deeper down is a peculiar one. If you "win" an argument what do you really win? Life's tawdry tapestry shows us that few people actually change their mind in that moment, if ever. They go away and silently grumble. Argument tends to hammer in nails and harden resolve. Perhaps a generation later there will be a shift when the nail eventually rusts, perhaps not.
If you can just sit back and take comfort from whatever you find. Binge TV shows, books, movies, podcasts and music, binge whatever entertainment you like. None of it matters much, it's temporal and it provides no long term satisfaction either but it passes the time. Like leaving a comedy gig or film show unsure of what you were really laughing at; you can't quite put your finger on what you experienced but it was probably OK. You saw other people who laughed along with you.
Alternatively run Widdershins and chant around some sacred spaces, old trees or standing stone circles wearing only well worn tennis shoes on the night of the summer solstice and see what happens next. There may be consequences and Hell's own sweet fire will still beckon. Who knows. I'm heading for the hills right now.
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