More people should abandon Internet discourse and get into observing/engaging with local politics. I say this not because local politics often offers more meaningful opportunities for effective praxis (although it does), but because local politics often offers just as much highly toxic and entertaining petty drama.
I highly recommend city council meetings. You might make yourself an informed voter and active community member or something. You also might get to watch an ongoing soap opera of old men ready to murder one another over trash collection ordinances, and unlike the Internet, none of them can effectually tell one another to kill themselves no matter how hard and how clearly they are thinking it.
Clytie had an affair with Apollo, the sun god. But Apollo left her for another woman. Clytie, however, harbored hopes that her love would return. For nine straight days, she waited for Apollo to come back, surviving only on her tears and dew. Her gaze was fixed on the sun and nothing else. Clytie lay there until her limbs were stuck under the ground. Her face turned into a sunflower, always facing The Sun.
